It is the last few days of summer. I walk fast, with a bounce in my step, a silly grin on my face. I am so happy that I listen to Mr Tambourine Man on repeat and think it is a happy song. David and Adrienne assure me that it is not.
A few days ago, I dropped by Mandula's to leave a stack of postcards for my show and to say hi to Ziyian. She got me drunk with wine from Jules next door and proceeded to sell me a very expensive turtle neck.
Today the turtle neck is imbued with the scent of the beloved.
I shall wear it to rehearsal this afternoon and dance like a motherfucker.