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I don't have a camera phone--or a friend to take the picture, for that matter--but I pretty much still look like this photo taken at last year's festival. And in fact, I left the hat at home but the creepily perfect, grown-in-a-tank Dos Equis girls gave me an identical one yesterday. I would have photoshopped out any extra age-lines anyway, so just use your imagination. I do have a DV camera with me, and have been making my usual snide remarks to its nonexistent audience, but I don't have any way to get its stills and video into the computer. Count your blessings there.
I'm in the Driskill in a secret hidden location above the bar, listening to the piano man play "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime." There's something about bars, old bars especially, that are eternal. One imagines this same setlist, these sights, these sounds, those conversations, that fragrance, 20 or 30 or 40 years ago or more. Only the lack of cigarette smoke places us firmly (and thankfully) in 2007.
Dinner was some kind of pita thing. I didn't feel like seeing Oliver Stone present Born On The Fourth Of July because I am a jerk. Sadly I am not feeling well, so I have found a hidden chaise longue and am longuing. We have now moved on from "L.O.V.E." to "Someone To Watch Over Me", played at a sprightly player-piano allegro. The bar is packed, or I would saunter down and try to be social. I may try to walk a block or two to the place where ol' Uncle Billy Bell had his picture taken 120 years ago...he may have even stayed at this hotel, who knows.
The trouble with giving up and calling it a night is it takes more energy to go home than to sit here and twitch like so much electrocuted bullfrog. But I suppose I should stop pestering the friends' list. Hope your evening is a delight, wherever you are.
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