Rosee d'Hibiscus

Patio lunch, on this glorious summer day as you continue the long semi-goodbye to Halifax. A riotous last fortnight, from the Friday of the Hip and vague Seahorse (un)memories before the early boat trip to Peggys, to the following week's cigar symposium and ready-to-start, Andie MacDowell / Teri Hatcher Alehouse antics, early morning boating again, and then the Illicit, Malenfant, and room 486 capping off a grand Monday night. Now here just soaking up the relaxing calm of a Thursday afternoon patio ale. Nice breeze, at once a shame about the lack of company and a blessing simply to have been urged out of the usual pattern.

It has been that way, these past few weeks. Whether just the call of summer or the impetus granted by the relief of certainty over the escape, I sense new doors opening and a willingness to entertain them. It is the perfect attitude with which to start the next phase of life's adventure.

For example, there is the thin blond who also arrived alone, cracking open her library book two tables down. If on the road, you have to think, you would just opt for the approach. For the story, if nothing else. The Korean hat mentality, in other words. The care-free, come-what-may, fuck-'em attitude. Although important at first to keep things within your grasp. The end is in the beginning and all that. Where you have the start to recreate.

Le Banquier is on his way and should go well with this DAB. And then? I love the random possibilities. I love how there is little doubt you will do your best Econ thinking in your favorite Galway pub. Almost feel like that's one of the great unspoken goals of the trip over too. To settle on that girl.

Enough. What needed to be recorded has been. Let's see what follows. Without fear.