Perhaps a little too close to the truth
Someone was listening to his Susan Werner CD, and Late For The Dance reminded him of me.
Late For The Dance
I arrived last night at half past two
In my best dress and my best shoes
I rushed up the stairs to look for you
But I was late for the dance
And there was nothing left but faint perfume
And floating smoke in an empty room
And a janitor leaning on his broom
I was late for the dance
I'd been taking my sweet time
Yes I'd been hesitating
But I finally made up my mind
And you weren't there, no
You weren't there
Just tin-foil ashtrays and cigarette butts
And lipstick-printed plastic cups
The barkeep said, "We're all closed up"
I was late for the dance
And I asked the doorman if he'd seen you
He said, "What a pity"
He said you waited on the stairs
Then left with someone
Left with someone
I looked up at the stars and cussed
I thought what might have been for us
But the band was leaving on the bus
And I was late
I was late for the dance
I don't know if he was thinking of me because I so often am posting about having to get the heck out of the house to something, or mentions of intending to get to x but not getting there, or whether he is also aware of how many might have beens I dwell on, and that the bit about the doorman rings so very closely true.
It's now quarter to 4 and I plan to go to Ma'ariv services tonight up at Adas, so I guess unless perhaps I go to the store (come to think of it I do need to go to the store, but I just painted my toenails) I'm not really getting out and about today. But I didn't plan to. Some day I'll get back out to the Tango, and perhaps I should have gone to shul in the morning instead of this evening.
Before I sign off, a couple things.
Yesterday was Wear Red for Women's Heart Disease day (and now I remember that Macy's is offering another 20% off to those wearing red this weekend) - it's the leading cause of death for women. I've got a post to write about how women's heart attack symptoms are so much more vague. And probably another post about some of my own realizations re Mom, and what signs there were earlier.
Today is also National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness Day. That probably wants its own post. I made one over on FB, but so far as I can tell nobody has seen it. What intrigued me in my cousin's post was his comment, "Public health is social justice." What astonished me was "At current rate of infection, one in four black, gay men will become HIV-positive by the time they are 25, and one in two will have HIV by the time they are 35."
And completely unrelatedly, but something I think badmagic would be tickled by, The Bus - 56 rather surreal comics, sadly no longer updating.
Late For The Dance
I arrived last night at half past two
In my best dress and my best shoes
I rushed up the stairs to look for you
But I was late for the dance
And there was nothing left but faint perfume
And floating smoke in an empty room
And a janitor leaning on his broom
I was late for the dance
I'd been taking my sweet time
Yes I'd been hesitating
But I finally made up my mind
And you weren't there, no
You weren't there
Just tin-foil ashtrays and cigarette butts
And lipstick-printed plastic cups
The barkeep said, "We're all closed up"
I was late for the dance
And I asked the doorman if he'd seen you
He said, "What a pity"
He said you waited on the stairs
Then left with someone
Left with someone
I looked up at the stars and cussed
I thought what might have been for us
But the band was leaving on the bus
And I was late
I was late for the dance
I don't know if he was thinking of me because I so often am posting about having to get the heck out of the house to something, or mentions of intending to get to x but not getting there, or whether he is also aware of how many might have beens I dwell on, and that the bit about the doorman rings so very closely true.
It's now quarter to 4 and I plan to go to Ma'ariv services tonight up at Adas, so I guess unless perhaps I go to the store (come to think of it I do need to go to the store, but I just painted my toenails) I'm not really getting out and about today. But I didn't plan to. Some day I'll get back out to the Tango, and perhaps I should have gone to shul in the morning instead of this evening.
Before I sign off, a couple things.
Yesterday was Wear Red for Women's Heart Disease day (and now I remember that Macy's is offering another 20% off to those wearing red this weekend) - it's the leading cause of death for women. I've got a post to write about how women's heart attack symptoms are so much more vague. And probably another post about some of my own realizations re Mom, and what signs there were earlier.
Today is also National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness Day. That probably wants its own post. I made one over on FB, but so far as I can tell nobody has seen it. What intrigued me in my cousin's post was his comment, "Public health is social justice." What astonished me was "At current rate of infection, one in four black, gay men will become HIV-positive by the time they are 25, and one in two will have HIV by the time they are 35."
And completely unrelatedly, but something I think badmagic would be tickled by, The Bus - 56 rather surreal comics, sadly no longer updating.