Temporary

The earth never felt so temporary as it did the day you left me.

I wasn't there when it happened.
There was a dull thud in my head when I got the news.
Somehow it seems appropriate that I spent so much time in airports leading up to your departure.
I am still on the ground, at the terminal, crying and sitting in one of those filthy chairs, looking out the window after you.

I'm walking a spinning planet and getting ready to go back to wherever it is I came from; the place where you are now.

Lurking around Cap Hill 4/14/09

I hit acupuncture and it was intense, painful and wonderful. So much so that I fell asleep during treatment. Afterwards I felt great and scooped up Dottie Danger for Thai food, high-end chocolate and coffee. Ms Danger is one of the only people who laughs as loudly and easily as I do. So we are slouching and yapping in this coffeehouse and in walks and adorable 23ish female cop. Not only is she darling, but she has GOOD HAIR. When was the last time you saw a girl cop with boyishly cute hair? Um, NEVER.

So Dottie and I quit yappin' and check out the goods.

We are shameless.

The next day Dottie quips, "I was going to put something about that cop on 'missed connections' on Craig's List last night but I was too tired." Like I said: shameless.

xoPatsy

Night Out 4/1/09

My last relationship has, as of tonight, been book-ended by Anna Coogan shows. Somehow it seems appropriate to have started and ended with wistful and sad alt country songs by a sweet girl.

At the last show I was still on crutches from a broken ankle and surgery. Now the titanium plate has become part of my body. I was healing from physical owies at the last show and emotional owies at tonight's show.

Just before Anna went on, I went outside for a smoke with my buddy, Calamity Jane. We're standing outside the bar and this woman walks up briskly and asks for a light. She is one of those weathered, skinny, dragon lady types who is maybe 45, but has done some hard livin' and I do mean HARD. She says, "That asshole doesn't even have a lighter." and gestures to her date in the car. Calamity gives her a light. I compliment the woman on her fabulous red leather jacket. Clearly she had dolled up for her date. She then asks if we want a shot of "peroni"or some such thing, Calamity says, "sure." The woman then produces a fancy looking bottle of booze from a plastic bag. It turns out to be some kind of tequila. Then the woman twists off the cap with her TEETH. It was all I could do to keep looking casual at this point. I mean, I was so delighted that all of this was unfolding. Calamity takes a swig from the bottle. The woman tells us that her boyfriend tried to hide her last bottle of booze from her and called her a "bitch" when she bought another one. Well, no siree was she going to let that stop her. Tough as nails. As she walked away, I turned to Calamity and said, "Wow, that's an adventure." She said, "That's why I took her up on her offer." I thought it was awesome that she did. It's not everyone who will drink from a bottle while standing on the sidewalk like a street alcoholic just to keep the moment going. What a friend.