Impresses

And my intention was to come here and to tell you how it feels to be collected. Over the course of an evening. Little pieces of me swept away due to various uninitiated hugs, forehead kisses, thigh rubs, compliments and accidental stumbles into my leg. Also: disses, dismissals, rejections and shady dealings.

But I don't have words for that. Tonight I'm pretty sure I was a ghost ship myself. In a new venue I'm always a little guarded. It's even harder to recognize anyone and I don't know the decorum. But this new place is more intimate. With bar backs and cocktail waitresses and bouncers and owners that I'll probably get to know.

Free champagne at the end of the night. Some kids with automatic VIP and stories that I of course intend to learn.

It can all unfold slowly, I'm not in any rush anymore.

And playing in the background always: the DJ.

I could get used to feeling rare, like this. I'm blessed enough to leave an impression.

Night.