Prelude to theremin

Last Saturday night i found myself sitting on a stool at a dance club. The stool was an awkward place to be because it was overlooking five other much shorter chairs. We were all surrounding a table whose surface was at an appropriate height for short chairs, and not stools. A very small explorer on the table top would observe large mountains in the shapes of bottles of beer and martini glasses, and over the edge of the plateau the small explorer would observe the heads and upper torsos of five giant people, and then the crotch of a sixth, because that giant had decided that there were no more chairs so a goddamn stool would do.

We six were the relatively young and unmarried folks from the wedding that we had all just attended, which was a nice and small wedding for my friends Matt & Barbara. After the receptions were over, the relatively young and unmarried folks from the wedding collectively decide that they do not want to go home yet, and they convince the other relatively young and unmarried ones to go into the city, to a dance club, because they really really want to dance. To 80's music, like Michael Jackson and Cyndi Lauper.

This sounded fine to me, because i like 80's music too, but i do not really feel like expressing myself in dance very often, so i remained at my stool, and soon the scene was very surreal and executive and morose, and would have looked good in slow motion while performing a zoom in or zoom out, because i was dressed in my nice clothes and tie, perched on a stool, overlooking an empty table with its empty chairs.

But then that thing that has never happened before happened, and that is that a girl in the club came up to me and i guess she was wanting to "hit on" me. She came up to my stool and she said "Hi!" and then i realized that there is a strange girl standing right in front of me and staring at me and she has just greeted me, and so i said "Oh, hi!". And then there was at least three seconds of silence. And then she decided to say "My name is _____! [I forgot the name] What's yours?", and then i said that i was Tim. And then she asked me if i had a wife or girlfriend and that's when i could be sure that she wasn't scrounging for a cigarette or lighter that i wouldn't have had in my possession anyway. Then we talked about the wedding that i had just gone to, and about what we did for a living, and then about four minutes later i guess she had noticed that i had not been able to break loose from my stool, so she went back to sit with her friends. It was nice of her to come over and talk for awhile, though.

But then Steph came back to the table and we talked for awhile. I even moved into an actual chair. Steph is one of Barbara's friends and she is relatively young and unmarried and she recently moved to Houston, which was a bad choice but she seemed very bright regardless. She is 34 and an animal behaviorist. Apparently there are living animals around the Houston area, and not just those longhorn bull skulls that are laying all over the place in the desert and also fastened to the grills of very large trucks. I liked Steph but then she flew back to Texas, so.

Matt and Barbara are in France, now. Last night, i purchased a wedge of brie cheese and a stale french baguette and i ate them on my smelly hotel bed, in their honor. Matt and i are both supposed to have an unreasonable amount of spare time for the second half of the year, so we are probably going to make a music project that will amount to low fidelity psychedelia and will be unlistenable to the bulk of the human population, and that will be all right.

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June has been busier than i thought it should be, but soon i will navigate highways northward. Route 15, through sunset and the middle of the night. I will check in on Rochester. I will reintroduce a plush cat to a plush household. I will board a plane in Toronto on Monday morning, and i will fly northwest. I will be back in Rochester by the Fourth of July, because that is when Chad and Erin are having a Rock Band party at their new house, and i am to be the drummer.

Welcome to summer. Are you comfortable?