||[Jan. 4th, 2005|11:34 am]
|||||the music in my mind||]|
I was sitting in my house in North Carolina, getting my gargoyle grove thing on and seeing to it that all was right with the eastern seaboard (that's what i do...) when i started thinking about my cohorts in gargoyling and wishing there was a way to find out how everyone was doing. It was about that time that i realized we already did have a way for communicating, and it was called livejournal, and it was good. so here i am, communicating to my little heart's content. I really miss you guys and i wish more than anything else that we could just drop everything and go to Dobra, just the three of us. Mira would have her sketch book, susan would have a journal, and i would bring my notebook of staff paper to write music (and allie's book which, incidentally, still isn't done), and we would sit on those cushions and drink tea and eat bohemian spicy nuggets, and i would go up to the counter to get more honey and cream, and susan would claim to one day get the guts to go and ask for it herself, and mira would wax on for hours about various memories of Prague (wich i am sure she has a lot more of now) and perhaps we would order a plate of that wonderful hummus to accompany our tea, and we would sit there for hours and hours just being with eachother, and not worrying about all of the other stuff in our lives, just taking some time to say "I've been a lot of Foucault lately" or, if we are feeling a little it quirkier (and we are always feeling a little bit quirkier) "I've been watching a lot of RuPaul lately," and we would giggle uncontrollably at our own pithy jokes, because it would be in a group of friends where it is ok to find yourself as funny as you hope other find you, and maybe this time, when the server came up, it would be the skinny one with the blond hair and he would say , "susan, do you want your usual Yogi? and mira, you get the Memories of Prague, and jo, you get the roibus," and we would all try to hold it together until he walked around the corner and we would squeal (one of the few times in life that squealing would truely be appropriate) because not only did he knwo our teas, but he knew our names, and it would be official that we were regulars, and then, my dear triplets, life would be good.
i love you guys so much! I miss you tons! (and miss mira j horska, i haven't heard form you in a jhonka's age! are you still alive?)
do you think i have a chance at winning the prize for run-on sentence violation of the year?
gargoyle on duty