This is a Good Time
The hard times are easy to chronicle. It is easy to fill books with blood and tears. The good times are harder to catch. They tend to dance away when you try to pin them down with needles made of words.
But this is a good time.
Evil Eye Lounge. Rolling Stones and Sinatra pumping from the speakers. Knocking back Evil Smoothies. Seat facing the door, allowing me to see the people walking down Stonegate. Night and rain turning the cobblestones outside in dark mirrors, reflecting Christmas lights in vivid liqueur colour spills. The Best Smiling Company devouring The Guardian whilst I scratch away on any available scrap of paper. For no discernible reason, I am wearing an orang-utan sticker on my hand, sparking a trend that spreads throughout the bar with staff and punters soon adorned with bears and penguins. For a few minutes no thought is more pressing than whether we try the Evil Eye Thai Nasi Goreng or head out to watch The Prestige.
This is a good time.
But this is a good time.
Evil Eye Lounge. Rolling Stones and Sinatra pumping from the speakers. Knocking back Evil Smoothies. Seat facing the door, allowing me to see the people walking down Stonegate. Night and rain turning the cobblestones outside in dark mirrors, reflecting Christmas lights in vivid liqueur colour spills. The Best Smiling Company devouring The Guardian whilst I scratch away on any available scrap of paper. For no discernible reason, I am wearing an orang-utan sticker on my hand, sparking a trend that spreads throughout the bar with staff and punters soon adorned with bears and penguins. For a few minutes no thought is more pressing than whether we try the Evil Eye Thai Nasi Goreng or head out to watch The Prestige.
This is a good time.
posted by David at 5:51 PM
4 Comments:
Did you visit the rose window?
Glad to see a smile.
Ain't that the truth.. Why has the Muse always seemingly been accompanied by torture?
Here's to more good times, and a more obliging Muse.
Never been to York, to my shame. I must, your descriptions sound amazing. Maybe next time I'm home, then I can really feel like a tourist...
A more obliging Muse? Definitely!
York is one place I would recommend to anyone visiting England. Whatever has been done to ‘heritagise’ the city, it still retains an original sense of mystery and an echo of history in its stone, shape and streets.
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