31st.
last day of the year.
i wonder how
it’s gonna feel,
leaving this one behind?
probably not as good
as i hoped.
heading out for the day
it was cold.
really cold.
and for the first
time in a
long time i had
to take off
liz’s
rings so i could
wear some gloves.
i put them
in my camera bag,
imagining what i
would do if
i forgot the
bag somewhere.
our new year’s eve event…
the sea and cake
playing at a little place
i spent a
few nights in.
liz
was here with
me a few times.
she sometimes hated
going with me
to concerts in
standing-room only,
small venues ’cause,
as she put it,
“i hate staring at some tall guy’s ass all night! plus people always spill their drinks on me!”
i never understood
this until she
made me duck down
a foot to
her eye level.
yes.
the whole thing
made perfect sense then.
but this place…
she loved this place
’cause they allow
people to stand
on the bench seats
running the length
of the room,
on the left and right
sides of the stage.
from that vantage
point, a woman,
4′11″ tall, could
see everything…
except some tall
guy’s ass.
and not once was
a drink poured down
her back.
weird.
i didn’t
remember this
until after the opener
had finished playing
and we walked
into the main room
to see the headliner play.
the band paused
at midnight
to let us know
that a new
year had begun.
great.
let’s hope it’s
better than
the last one
was all i
could think to
myself as we
all knocked our
drinks together.
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