With A Restless Feeling
Early dawning Sunday morning as a golden hue guided us onwards and upwards from clubland into suburbia. Mistaking a forgotten Fridays shopping list in my back pocket as cab fair home, and having to firstly top up at an ATM, red faced, tipsy and now a little wealthier, my instinct was to hit the nearest supermarket before the town woke up.
Unable to buy alcohol of any description before noon, amused and amazed I stomped home with the remains for the day,
passing the bouncing joggers and dog walkers along the river.
Temperatures rose and skies cleared as retro fever was setting it's tone amongst the brunch gatherings and evening barbecues. Old tunes scored our soundtracks within the latent and safe flirting of cocktail conversations:
"So what have you been up to lately." ect. ect.
And those of us not having slept from the day before silently acknowledging each other amidst the sweat and fumes. Gerry as his crew where going fishing out by the lake and then to watch the Poland game on HD.
myself and a few others joined later...post indoor siesta.
Reluctant to go on that evenings beer run with Jacek, a young fair buff cub, was a compromising position to be in at the start.
But with a wondrous sense of dignity his company was bearable.
Our earlier winters closeness and distance since was never discussed.
A mutual understanding had formed over actions better left unmentioned.
Most had be curious as to when the dust would settle and it seemed others had had enough by pushing us together again, so I guess a truce is emanate, eventually...
As the night drew to a close and folk begun to part, Gerry had become ossified and lobstered due to his lack of sunscreen and being shirtless for most of our party.
And applying aftersun to a drunk, horny, happy Pollack is no easy feet.
Only managed to settle later that night to relax a little and
catch the tail end of Graham Norton show.
Unable to buy alcohol of any description before noon, amused and amazed I stomped home with the remains for the day,
passing the bouncing joggers and dog walkers along the river.
Temperatures rose and skies cleared as retro fever was setting it's tone amongst the brunch gatherings and evening barbecues. Old tunes scored our soundtracks within the latent and safe flirting of cocktail conversations:
"So what have you been up to lately." ect. ect.
And those of us not having slept from the day before silently acknowledging each other amidst the sweat and fumes. Gerry as his crew where going fishing out by the lake and then to watch the Poland game on HD.
myself and a few others joined later...post indoor siesta.
Reluctant to go on that evenings beer run with Jacek, a young fair buff cub, was a compromising position to be in at the start.
But with a wondrous sense of dignity his company was bearable.
Our earlier winters closeness and distance since was never discussed.
A mutual understanding had formed over actions better left unmentioned.
Most had be curious as to when the dust would settle and it seemed others had had enough by pushing us together again, so I guess a truce is emanate, eventually...
As the night drew to a close and folk begun to part, Gerry had become ossified and lobstered due to his lack of sunscreen and being shirtless for most of our party.
And applying aftersun to a drunk, horny, happy Pollack is no easy feet.
Only managed to settle later that night to relax a little and
catch the tail end of Graham Norton show.