Saturday, January 30, 2010

studiously aloof, chapter one: making other plans

It is a grey Saturday morning in Astoria and after a long night of excess (that began with a Negroni and ended with black truffle pizza), I already feel as though the weekend were over.

Luckily, I should begin preparing for my marathon of tango: workshops, a party and the All-Night Milonga. I should also steel myself against the slings and arrows of girldom by screwing shut my eyes and putting both feet beneath me where they belong. I do not give a damn about anyone, save of course the partner I dance with in any given tanda.

That is all. Admire my conviction. Are you convinced?

3 comments:

Kathleen said...

Mmmm... black truffle pizza...

Shannon Mac said...

i'll be convinced if you're home before two. *smile*

Scarlet-O said...

Gabby, if you had to be one of the Brothers Karamazov, I think these days you sound like Dmitri. The sensualist. Roll with it.

xo
S-O