franchino again

this is probably why I didn’t take the train to genova. sorry dad. #

Franchino tonight, Ricky Le Roy, progressive, techno, exactly the kind of night that makes my good intentions about spending more Saturdays in Genova collapse by Thursday. I know. I know. Dad asked earlier in the week and I said maybe, then plans appeared, then `”maybe”` quietly became `”next time.”` I’m not proud of it but I’m also not going to pretend I was miserable tonight because I wasn’t.

I wore a pink satin top I bought yesterday and Yuri said it looked expensive, which is an excellent compliment because it was not as expensive as it looked. Finally, financial victory. We went for drinks first and I have officially reached the stage where I can recognise house tracks I didn’t even think I liked six months ago. Then later everything got darker and more familiar. Franchino’s voice over that room does something to my brain that I cannot reproduce at home no matter how loud I play anything. Some music belongs to a place.

Remember me, Eclipse.