lance corporal antonio has arrived on the scene, fresh from his battles in north africa. yet the courtly life of victorian new york chafe him not! for i did see him mingle, when we & miss jenny were sluming in the villiage. avaunting along to a saloon to celebrate the birthdays of some of miss kira's (& subsequenly miss jenny's) friends. drinks were had at rififi's, while they showed episodes of "the avengers" on the wall. i was the epitome of decorum. the music hailed from olden times, but there was much dancing, & even a little dancing by yours truely. also, there was an opportunity to hang out with courtney love, but consider her snubed! snub you, kurt-killer! instead we came home, where lance corporal antonio & i (a private citizen of some small report) watched school of rock & dranka wine until the sandman called.
so i spend a little time (hardly any, to be honest) looking for information on the beer i was drinking last night. brooklyn weiss, a seasonal wheat beer. not that there is anything special about it, other than it being perfectly acceptable to imbibe. but for some reason i'm compelled to put it down in writing, to list its name because thats the first thing to go. the first thing to slip away. something i was focused on for a little while (must obtain more beer) & then forgot. it seems like a sea monster in the ocean depths of memory, surfacing for a moment only to vanish completely. but oh ye great whale, i've captured you now with nets & words, harpoons & sentences. writhe all you want & i will write all i want. i see you now on deck, plesiosaur.