Remember riding past the metro stop 83rd Street twice before we were on the right train? Remember the homeless sage yelling at us, “Are you ready to survive?” as he ate sushi rolls out of the trash? Remember all the white skirts—without slips? And how Marlowe was first and second best if he was actually Shakespeare? Remembering napping in line under the Central Park trees? Remember breakfast on the loud street and the white picket fence? Remember Virginia Wolfe’s REAL inspiration—a rum of one’s own? Remember the engagement, the stage of lavender and gold, Rosalind's wonderful impertinance?
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Mr. Shakes (Brooks)
Remember riding past the metro stop 83rd Street twice before we were on the right train? Remember the homeless sage yelling at us, “Are you ready to survive?” as he ate sushi rolls out of the trash? Remember all the white skirts—without slips? And how Marlowe was first and second best if he was actually Shakespeare? Remembering napping in line under the Central Park trees? Remember breakfast on the loud street and the white picket fence? Remember Virginia Wolfe’s REAL inspiration—a rum of one’s own? Remember the engagement, the stage of lavender and gold, Rosalind's wonderful impertinance?
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I think someone's getting a little itch to go back to NYC...
I hear that this time we'll have an adult chaperoning us though (it takes all the fun out of bunking with all the girls for the night),
Who's the adult? Chaperoning. Hmmmm. Sounds threatening. Did something happen last time? :-D
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