In A Tavern Before With An Invite To A Party In Dalston
In A Tavern Before With An Invite To A Party In Dalston
Well well well they say history does repeat itself so do tell. Once again, the London trip to meet a penpal friend after nights upon nights into days of texts and emails and correspondence we become friends and this girl here takes the aeroplane. Face to face in 2000 wasn’t a match sadly for the chap was a gentleman. Set up tickets to the football, offers to the dog races and to meet up with his friends in Shoreditch and somber this girl chose Pizza Hut acclimatizing to the jet lag and looking for familiarity in provincial tastes and yet less on the style she fit into Camden then as she did in Bloomsbury with her brains and education and profession later in the decades. So 2013 there’s the meet and the she-didn’t-remember-what-he-looked-like thing but familiarity grew when he opened his mouth and he had already sent her a picture of him in a beard at Christmas by himself as it was raining outside and two expensive bottles of wine each fourty pounds he drank as consolation with his dear penpal carrying him through the holiday you wonder if he was missing his ex. And there it was a crossroads where one way was escape to the British Museum for four and a plan and the other was stay with him a Devil in the band. But it began to be fun and he began to be kind and she enjoyed a good kamakazi every now and again and he offered to show this girl a fine sushi joint and in the Bloomsbury Tavern with an invite to a party in Dalston. But the Asahis numbed her brain, she wanted to just return to the Inn again, and like the old refrain rejected the offer and wanted to evaporate. She pushed the drink, she went for their bum-a-smoke thing, and the rest is a fucked up history. Looking back there was opportunity to have a decent meal and chat to solidify a type of verbal contract for continuing with a writing project and a chance to meet his friends and girl at a party in Dalston the place so talked about and the place that Hoxton was like before it became in fashion. But on instinct, this girl knew you can’t pursue such things either with no attraction in such short a time or with fierce attraction for another woman’s man. And deep down this girl knew if she got a bit of a taste of something she’d like it would make it impossible to return to Canada and to leave it behind so best blow it all up – with booze being the quickest ticket out of there and the shortest way to cheaply making love.
SH 2016 for 2013 #RussellSquareStation