Saturday, March 7, 2009

Vessel Log: 2009 03 07

: the couch a welcome addition to nesting. Survey the premises and make a mental list of things that could be done. A sudden squall, winter fights for time. RuPaul’s Drag Race. Like a true queen I’m near an hour late. Charisma, uniqueness, nerve, and talent. Getting lost in the basement of JR Tower; ivory hallways and corner boutiques. From I. to the microbrewery in Sapporo in 45 minutes. “What do you know about the origins of your alphabet?” Delicious food and beer; Change locations; a small modern bar in Susukino. From where I sit I can see the shoes of counter patrons. Rush to the train; in the back of the cab a commercial for The Closer. “She’s married to Kevin Bacon,” I mention. We run through the station, jam our money into the ticket machine, and race up the steps. No one is behind me. The car is crammed and I’m in the blue room again. A verbal fight, holding each other back.

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