last night, after a particularly long day (though fruitful, as i got to take all of the leftover wine home!) we were waiting on the 66th street platform and a flautist was playing solo from the beatles songbook. it veered between recognizable and not, though i do think the songs sound better in full-band form. these are just the sort of random moments i only have here in this city full of every kind of person.
(flautist: a person who plays the flute, which i only clarify because the ten-year-old in me is giggling over the fact that it sounds like something else. that's the same part that thinks it is sort-of funny that i have to say "pianist" all the time at work.)
anyways, that boyfriend who always has to work does not in fact have to work tonight, so i am done with blogs and we are going to hang out. hurray!
oh, and thank you to all who wrote the very kind, not-at-all rip-shreddy comments on my previous post. keep reading, and i will try not to disappoint.
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