expensive glasses, loud room

the evening began looking elegant and ended looking like everybody else’s saturday. #

Dinner with Yuri first, then cocktails somewhere where the glasses were beautiful enough to distract me from the bill for approximately thirty seconds. I wore black with pink shoes that were a terrible idea physically and an excellent idea visually. Yuri asked whether they hurt before we’d even left the house. I said no because technically at that exact moment they didn’t. Two hours later I was negotiating with God.

House first tonight, then techno somewhere else. I really like going out with Yuri when the night has more than one place in it because there is always that little journey in between where you’re suddenly outside, coat on, ears adjusting, talking again, finding a taxi, deciding where next. Sometimes those twenty minutes are as memorable as the club itself. Tonight he bought me water without asking and then looked extremely pleased with himself for remembering which one. Three years ago this would not have counted as romance. Standards evolve.

Remember me, Eclipse.