Quiet Rager

Tonight was a quiet rager.

It’s 7:20 a.m. and I haven’t thought about sleep once. Nothing exciting happened. No fireworks, fights, once-in-a-life-time events.

Saw Psychedelic Horseshit at Bourbon Street. They played the perfect set for that perpetual, almost a dive, down-and-out, rock ‘n’ roll type of bar. No camera, just memories. Probably should go there more often.

Later, lengthy conversations with long-legged red heads. Alcohol was no match for high heels. Go big or go home she said. It’s not everyday you learn something new about old friends through new relationships.

With that, good night.