I was looking on my Palm for a Drunken Prawns recipe I thought I'd saved there, and while paging through the memos I found some notes I forgot I'd taken last year during a biz trip to Dublin. I don't even remember what I was talking about, but it sounds kinda funny...
Ice on the wings. No food.
Hotel, napping to Blair's speech on BBC.
Book store. Guinness. Bath & Economist. Couldn't sleep.
Cecilie & the bird. Jamesons.
Walking through Dublin pissed, with hail cominq down.
Then I found an even more cryptic note a couple of minutes later... I don't know if this was the zygote of a book idea, or a dream I had...
The swimming pool was so long it ended in Lithuania.
Bright lipstick on a cigarette. Sound and vision (again). Millions of dollars, all borrowed.
Calling everyone "Baby." Raining.
Posted by case at March 20, 2004 08:14 PM