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Life is only what you wonder.

Friday, April 09, 2004

Almost Could'a Would'a Been

I went out to Leon's for Happy Hour last night.
It definitely wasn't fabulous, but then again it wasn't really meant to be.
I was there to het happy, not to be fabuolous.

In fact, it was kind of a "Wrinkle Room", but then again it almost always is.
One of the great things about going to Leon's is I'm almost always the youngest one there!
It brings back fond memories of when I was chicken.

Anytime you start feeling old and that the best years of your life have come and gone, and you start feeling depressed because it seems like the days of wine and roses are all over, just pop into Leon's and sit on a stool and look around.
Compared to the other clientele, you're as young as springtime.

I ran into Brady while I was there. It is always nice to see him.
There was a time when we were that close to being boyfriends, but for some reason or other it never happened.
Everyone has a few "might have been something more" people in their lives, I guess.
Where it almost happened, but for some reason, it didn't.

So we talked for a little while and "caught up".
How's this for ironic? Brady just moved into a new apartment on St. Paul Street (in Mount Vernon). I asked him the address and it turns out to be the very same apartment I lived in for a little while a few years back.

I forgot to ask Brady if the guy who blares Bob Marley at 3AM still lives across the hall.