My Absolute Pleasure

The question always comes up from the locals… where are you staying, where are you dining?  A long time since SJ, and the memory dials back deep into its recesses.  This here blog, both a wayback and wayforward machine, confirms the instincts.  2008, and perhaps the year earlier as well.  A kid who would no doubt be disappointed and astonished in equal measure, but most of all content, in hearing stories from the bearded character smiling over Guinness in the corner, his Dad’s wedding ring on his finger and thoughts of his pregnant wife dozing away in the concrete Zanzibar Moon an ocean and hemisphere away.  Churchill’s no doubt the right choice.  The ribeye a bit much but seems also right, given no sign of the oysters or Prime Melt on the menu.

Waiter Joel agrees with the order, giving title to this post, as you reminisce over Vonnegut.  And both past and future.  I need to put down this phone and the obsessing over the PR card delivery.  (It will come, the readiness is all)  but what a joy, the drive today, and the thought once more of how simple movement heals all and inspires that sense of magic only such stuff can.

Hip comes on with the steak.  What’s goin’ on?  You gotta do what you feel is real.  Let’s see this hearing through to what is next.

PS. First Blueberry Tea of the winter, and almost dropped from the bill until the notification (since someone else is footing it) was made.  As quality as ever.