Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas chili & "pretty little buttercup"

I've just walked to a Portuguese restaurant in Melville. I'm very grateful its open, nothing else is.
I'm starved...and I've ordered a large Black Label draught.
Despite being warned of the danger of walking, and alone, by a well meaning acquaintance, I was so marvelously alone in the streets...hardly even a car.
Freshly Ground - from 6 years ago in my memory - is playing loudly and a drunken, bloated-face man is singing along - Dooby Dooby Dooby. It's so marvelously Christmas for the drunken, and broken, like me.
A political conversation between two young black guys, one with out-the-box shiny spectacles, passionately and un-sporadically blasts me from the dimly lit corner (aaah they are in advertising I am able to easily eavesdrop) to my 'write'.
I have chosen to spend Christmas alone, not even with family. I am open, and free.
And despite all, I'm sitting in the light.

3 comments:

Mind Of Mine said...

Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas. Hope you have a fantastic time.

Beautiful Mind said...

Thank you so much, and a happy, blessed Christmas to you and yours too! Charles (and thanks for taking the time to put your words down, I appreciate it)

Mitch Block said...

Glad to see you made it home safely!