we started at the bourbon
shmicked up for the modern world
feasted on soft shell crab drowned in butter
and cured clams
perhaps a bottle of pinot grigio?
and a negroni to boot
madame La solitaire joined
as we moved on down the road to the old growler
and descending into the subterranean hell
I was hit by the smell of tradesmen
and the place was packed and noisy
too old for the sensory assault we left
the next stop Eau de vie
an absinth tower with taps
delicately we drank the aniseed
and talked sitting in decadent surrounds
of life and fun that we had or were going to
we could hear ourselves think
and the place didn't stink!
and lastly the victoria room
with its couches and drapes and
good old fashioned music
more friends joined and we were literally the last people there
"turn out the lights"
the staff said
as they left.
tucked up in bed at 1.30
and slept soundly till 7am
no kids no alarms
just the habit of a thousand days
and the synchronicity of two minds
and a beautiful saturday.
maybe in my next life i'll be able to sleep in..
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