first saturday here

different town, same complete inability to go home at a sensible hour. #

First proper Saturday in Loano and summer nightlife has a completely different rhythm. Everything starts later because nobody wants to surrender the beach day, everybody looks slightly more relaxed, hair is less perfect because the sea has already won that argument, clothes are smaller because it’s hot and somehow house makes more sense here than it does in winter. Tonight was mostly house, some more commercial things, then harder later. I didn’t mind the softer beginning at all. Apparently February Alice was right and I hate when earlier versions of me are correct.

Walking back with sea air instead of Milano streets changes everything. Even coming home at four feels less dirty somehow. This may be entirely psychological.

Remember me, Eclipse.