late night.
smokey smelling.
just cabbed home from re-bar
location of my misspent youth. the old crowd was there
was still there it is amazing how you can go away and come back
and the same people i was dancing with ten years ago are still dancing
in the same spot on the dance floor. perhaps a few new moves, but just as funky as ever.

though sadly, Riz wasn't playing.
as fun as re-bar is,
it just isn't the same without riz
spinning.

ahhh the good old days. world beat wednesday. back when i was young and my knees didn't hurt after dancing. how i suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.