this is why i keep him around
what a perfect way to relax after a helter-skelter day: to the streamed sounds of wfuv courtesy of m’ben. 8 – 12 pm on sundays this station plays the hard-to-classify music i like so much. gershwin-y, cole-porterish, 20s-30s music to which you can just see swishy skirts travelling in circles around a dance floor with three piece suits …
after exercising my legal right — hell, virtual obligation — as a 21 year old to drink the past two nights, i’m taking it easy now. of course i did a lot of co|motion stuff this afternoon/evening before i allowed myself to take it easy. and of course the night where a group of us got drunk on pina coladas and vanilla vodka and played charades was in and of itself easier than the night where a small group of us saw depressing though quality art filmage, then brooded over cocktails.
in general i’ve felt older recently. an interesting feeling, and one that is probably not unconnected to being a senior. while i like the frosh i’ve met, it’s not watching them run around that makes me feel like a senior, exactly. it’s something else that i’m trying to put my finger on, something related to the feeling of unshakable familiarity & comfort — even, perhaps, the beginning of a sense that i could be (soon) ready to move on. (not now, and not too soon, but, perhaps, soon.)