Eirene's birthday, the retro bar

MsChief's birthday, the retro bar
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey.

Great night. Good times.
bumped into a couple of old mates and met some new ones.
had some very interesting and very amusing conversations and also talked some ridiculous nonsense. and also found out a friend i was planning to see next month had died. which was sad. and that another friend had just given birth. which was happy. in one cracking moment of clarity i realised the noise and lights around me was the static of life. the bit between, in the middle. the good times. i drank too much and, unusually for me, wasn't sick this time. was a close call for a while - but Lego Logic brought me round just in time and the party continued. yay!
i'm suffering a little with it today though, the price we pay i guess. i have spent the day slobbing out listening to the radio, drinking buckets of tea and smoking a little too much - grateful for the fact that i have had the quiet and the space to do so, i really dont envy those who had little ones to take care of today. One of the few advantages to being a part time dad?
Amongst a random collection of thoughts about birth, life and death i've gathered during my pro-active slobbing today and thinking about some conversations i had last night, i have had Carly Simon's "You're so vain" as a soundtrack playing in my head ...

tofu walks into and after the sunset

tofu walks into and after the sunset
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey.

friday was a day for goodbyes. My urban safari companion jimmytofu's last visit to this side of the Pennines before his extended away mission to Japan.
he will be missed.

kyle played with his new blackberry whilst we drank the famous black stuff in a blues bar

kyle played with his new blackberry whilst we drank the famous black stuff in a blues bar
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey.

wednesday was a day of bumping into the unexpected... all good.

sad equus

sad equus
Originally uploaded by paintMonkey.

"why the long face?" i asked with a laugh, but the horse didn't answer.
"you look like someone i used to know," i said, as i lent in to stroke the horse's face (i've seen other people do that to horses before now), "actually, you smell like a someone i used to know too.", i observed.
The horse still didn't reply but gave me a fixed, slightly patronising look that reminded me further of the someone i used to know.
I turned and walked away, before i began blaming the horse for some old dispassionate resentment or other. It wasn't the horse's fault afterall, even if it did look and smell like the someone i used to know.