I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
- Louis Armstrong, "What a Wonderful World"
Friday night on a bus to Venice, to Venice, to Venice. Trolled the bars of Abbott Kinney and made a new friend named Juan. I ended up at a hipster bar where no one has a normal hair color and the drinks are strong and cheap. I danced with a black guy who kept saying, “Damn girl, you got energy!” only it sounded more like: “Daaaaayeeeeem GIRL! You got Inner-G! Day-em!”
Bought some new clothes on Saturday (because I’m shrinking! I really am!) and went to see one of my closest friends try on wedding dresses so she could make a final decision. I caught myself off guard by crying in the dressing room when I saw her step through the doorway, all in white and glowing.
Beautiful and vibrant.
Walked to sushi in Brentwood on Saturday night for dinner and beat two guys into the restaurant. They ended up sharing a table with my friend and I and we did saki bombs like I was still in college. They bought us dinner. We had plans to go downtown to scare of some shenanigans but promptly canceled and hopped a cab on Wilshire to an Irish bar down the street. There, we danced to 80s rock and made friends with the bartender.
Got up this morning for a pilates class and climbed the rock wall at the gym. The sky here looks like it’s holding its rainy breath; I wish it would just pour already. It’s a gray day, this last day in May.
I am happy; I am strong. Life is good.
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