rebeccadonelow

It was somewhat vacant fo a friday nite, St. nick in attendece and all, but for a vacant place. it could sing.
lannies, in my ind, has a song, sinc the earliest times ive ever been there - dj otzi' 'hey baby. a favourite of irish everywhere, its a very trashy disco remake of a 60's hit. And to me, it just always reminds me of this place.
tonote, wanta a drink after seeing iron man w/ lovely of loviliests - back to mt greenwood, slap dash jenks away in th basement keep, then saunter to lannies.
No on there. vacant fo a friday nite, St. nick in attendece and all.
but for a vacant place. again. it could sing.
and we all have to go. or, w hav to order out last alcholals.
an the iterenerent dj, who knows galalee well, playsn that most irish or otzi songs, 'hey baby' - and they all burst out dansing.
there were 2o, total - this disciple, feeling the histoicacnesss of the moment, counted the crowd, in order to testify to the truth - and it was explosionof music, ad soun, andboys and girls, and allof a sudden, and therewere lare smiles, and women dansing, and thesong was the song of the bar, the song that i frist heard here and only here - so long ago, when it was some other woman -
one of them, i know now
how time goes, but that rush of love of life, when they all drunkenly start to dance - all 19 of them and me.
i dansed this nite in myown way.