don't be a lion

I met a friend from waaaay back for dinner and reminiscence last night. It's always cool seeing someone's opinion of you, change before you. Like watching the selves we knew from 8 years ago, which were up until that point, still alive in each others memory, having a foothold in the present because that's what we remembered last, dissolving away, leaving our older more grounded selves just sitting and eating Thai food, and talking.
That girl I used to be? I am acknowledging that I can leave her now. That she doesn't need to come with me. But more important than that, i can stop running away from her.
Later, at an impromptu stop at a party for Trace magazine, ghosts glide by me, some saying my name, and as I struggle to place them from my past, I smile and make talk very small.

Words for the masses, on the off-chance that the masses might read this. (1st in a series)
1. Don't come telling me you want a 'smokey-eye" because you're going to some office 'do' at some naff club that night, then when i do it, complain its too dark, because you usually only wear mascara and chapstick.
2. Don't sit in my makeup chair and start coughing a phlegmy cough, and boldly answer 'yes', to my question of, 'are you sick?' Stay your sick-ass at home. Away from me.

watching....Phoenix Nights, season 1....."Jesus Wept!"
flat-sitting North West London
loving every minute of it

photos later