For a moment,a really really long moment,
I forgot....
What it was like to slide across my fake terraza floors, skating on the sand, under the heat lightning of a 1970's disco ball, a thousand strikes of a summer sky....
And dance...
My car stereo ate the last of Bob Dylan on a roadtrip through unamed cities, the computer spit out the Beatles with totally misplaced venom, and my Adobe crashed....hushing Mick Jagger forever from my playlist world....
And then...
I ordered 100 dollars worth of office sillies from a starving Office Supply Vendor, and they sent me the key....a little dime a dollar CD player with a thousand electrical cords dangling and a handy dandy remote player....
And I danced in a blues bar on an accidental night to accidental music...
And I remembered....
"You can't always get what you want,
but sometimes you get what you need"....
Even if it's the same old story....
Friday's are for dancing...
