How About Love?
It's only 645PM, but this is the last fifteen minutes of T-dance and the dance floor is packed. A beautiful mixture of all types of people: young, old, gay, straight, men, women, all dancing to the pounding beat of the music and singing along to the lyrics. It's hot, and with the humidity in the air, more than a little sweaty. But everyone is loving it. And then it happens, a song that lifts up the crowd, changes it from mass of individuals to a single group of energy. And that song is "Seasons of Love". If there's one thing that the gays know it's musicals. And hello, Rent was the defining musical for today's gay generation. Remix it into a dance track and you've got a song that brings all of the boys (and a lot of girls) to the dancefloor singing at the top of their voices:
Well the sun played hide and seek today, so no good tanning. Instead I wandered the east end checking out some of the galleries. We're awaiting the arrival of Tropical Storm Beryl. So it was mainly overcast. The sun did break out in time for the T-dance, but then it quickly went away. After tea, I went to a comedy show that was pretty good. Then it was dinner and then time to change for the evening rounds.
I got up this AM to go running. I ran down Bradford until it meets Commercial and then back up Commercial. Deep in the east end of town, I'm running along Commercial with it's quaint little cape cod houses and I see this guy sitting outside smoking pot. Umm, if you're smoking pot at 9AM, what do you do for the rest of the day? Just curious.
Oh, t-shirt of the day: It's all fun and games until the vice president shoots you in the face!
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Well the sun played hide and seek today, so no good tanning. Instead I wandered the east end checking out some of the galleries. We're awaiting the arrival of Tropical Storm Beryl. So it was mainly overcast. The sun did break out in time for the T-dance, but then it quickly went away. After tea, I went to a comedy show that was pretty good. Then it was dinner and then time to change for the evening rounds.
I got up this AM to go running. I ran down Bradford until it meets Commercial and then back up Commercial. Deep in the east end of town, I'm running along Commercial with it's quaint little cape cod houses and I see this guy sitting outside smoking pot. Umm, if you're smoking pot at 9AM, what do you do for the rest of the day? Just curious.
Oh, t-shirt of the day: It's all fun and games until the vice president shoots you in the face!