So am in the kitchen making me peas soup…yes peas soup again…just because I fancy it. And clucking away like an old mother hen,(teenager in the house). Hubby concocting his Moussaka – that classic Greek Dish you make with Eggplants,(give me peas soup any day, just because that’s what he fancies. But the dried peas my grandmother sent has been nagging me for days now, so kitchen busy – Peas soup VS Moussaka – because nothing is set in stone in this house…we make the rules as we go…as and when…and I like it just so!
Well he feeling mellow and kinda vibzy I guess..one of those days, you know. So in between all the farting about it takes to prepare Moussaka, he Youtubing…reminiscing with some of the old greats…playing a Cat Steven- over and over and over, until I start to question the message. ‘You want to go out?’ I hear. Now just this morning, my head splitting and he still mash-up – smashed from hangover + early morning tennis game… but that’s how we roll. So as soon as me soup done cook and I chack-up (have my fill), I ready to roll.
We hit ‘The Shack’(Nigel’s Place) down the Concrete Strip – a few drinks, a chat with Nigel, waves slapping in the background. Idea , we thought,.but we find there is a beach lime. DJ blasting and an angry generator threatening to spoil we lime. But that’s how it is. Always something different . So we have a couple Stags (No Guinness) and I tend to settle for Stag to make it easy. Chat a bit with a couple old friends – hearing again how we look ‘the same’ ..’like we never left’ and am not sure what that implies, but I do feel like I never left. Dig my toes in the sand a bit, watch a bit of practice whining session. And though we planned to stay longer, but with none of that strong, dark Good For Yo – Guinness, in stock, we relocated to The Boardroom- not because down that side is a place we lime, but just because we know Garfield from back in the days. One drink -pleasant enough sitting outside, taking in the free magical display the sun putting on, but not a second or third drink kind of atmosphere. We move on…
And tempted as we are to move on to Umbrellas –Painkiller on the Saturday Special, The Unit band (don’t mind seeing them two nights in a row), but I feel the need to exercise some kinda self preservation….save myself for Paradise Sunday. So when I got to Wall Street roundabout, I very wisely carry straight on. No left turn.
Home…Part II of our Youtube session. Kick off with a Paul Simon and Garfunkel’s performance at the concert in Central Park- where an estimated 500, 000 people attended (would have loved to experience that- Woodstock and Glastonbury too)..More Cat Stevens, Bruce Hornsby, Annie Lennox, Dire Straits etc..followed. Missing ? Wine (self preservation..remember?)..and dancing? But sometimes just the listening experience is enough. Even for me!
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