by John Freeman
means nostalgia, I’m told, but also
nostalgia for what never was. Isn’t it
the same thing? At a café
flies wreathe my glass.
How you would have loved this: the waiter
sweating his knit shirt dark. Children
loping, in tiny suits or long shorts, dragging
toys and towels to the beach. We talk,
or I talk, and imagine your answer, the heat clouding our view.
Here, again, grief fashioned in its cruelest translation:
my imagined you is all I have left.
I’m a weird #conundrum and never one to fit in a box. I’m quiet-until I get to know ya.
I care-only about those I like-otherwise fuck off. I have a heart of gold and I’m told I’m sweet. That doesn’t mean I let others walk over me.
So to say fuck is one of my favorite words-as weird as that is I would say that’s true. Appropriate-no.
However, it sure makes life more interesting and fun. Life is wayyyyyyy to short to live it being unhappy. Tell those you love that you love them-you never know when that may be the last time. Tell those that deserve it to fuck off.
#fuck#oneofmyfavoritewords#fuckyou#fuckoff sometimes I wanna say #fucklove but I’m no quitter. #lol if this post makes you uncomfortable, oh well. 😘
Kicking off the weekend by breaking in our fetching new cocktail glasses. Today's episode of Dennis Scully, licensed mixologist, is my take on the classic #Boulevardier . TLMS likes a slightly milder version, so I blend in the Aperol along with the Campari and use Rye instead of Bourbon. Try blending an ounce of each, in a shaker with ice and see how it tastes for you. Btw, if you don't have #CarpanoAntica Formula vermouth on your bar, get some. They claim your Manhattan will never be the same. I say, your life will never be the same. #Campari#Aperol#Vermouth#Rye#Mixology#OneOfMyFavoriteWords#TGIF#MothersDayWeekend#HereWeCome