RJ – “My girlfriend thinks she saw you. Were you in Little Italy the other night?”
Valancy Jane – “Yep. Went to Mona Lisa’s for some wine.”
RJ – “She told me she saw what looked like you, walking by. She said your face was painted, too. I told her that it must have been you, then.”
Valancy Jane – “Well, of course.”
But tonight I took a walk and it was so lovely and I have no pictures to show for it. It was warm and dusky and the airplanes were taking off and doing their usual cresent moon trail around the city (and around the cresent moon) and a lot of Bachman Turner Overdrive came up on my iPhone’s shuffle and I remembered halfway there that I was walking around with a pony face on my face and when my favorite cashier at the italian market admired my grocery bag I was so glad I’d also brought the extra one I never use and as I walked down my old street nobody but the people who know me knew what to make of the girl with half a pony on half her face and everything smelled like basil or maybe it was just my bag and then a manhole cover blew lukewarm air up under my hair and when does that ever happen in this city anyway so I am forced to assume that maybe even Satan can be charmed sometimes, and I just wanted to write the words I hope all my pictures have been conveying lately.
I am so grateful for this little life.
Valancy Jane – “Mmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrr.”
VP of Operations – “Late night?”
Valancy Jane – “Sister in town. Very late. Went to RJ’s. Third bottle was prolly not a good idea.”
VP of Operations – “Ooooooo yeah. Best to stop at two.”
Valancy Jane – “Bottles or o’clock? ‘Cause that didn’t happen either.”
… such deep issues as which bottle of wine to open next, and could RJ carry off ladies sunglasses, and eventually the crowd dwindled to just Bug and I, and we talked our way through serious sister things, like love and lasagna.
… Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right
It’s all right.
Thank you to the Lindley Lopez Circus for kindly, and unknowingly, loaning me their equipment.
I love music as much as more than the average person. It’s perhaps the speakers and amps, and the ungodly hour that has dimmed my appreciation for you. I don’t want to be this girl, I really don’t, but could we maybe NOT have the seven piece Irish band going right now? It’s making the dog run in circles on the bed, and bark in my ear. And that upsets the cat. You don’t want to make the cat upset.
At least bring me coffee first next time.