Did you read the last TBO excerpt (scroll down to check it out) ? I always enjoy that historic scene in Paršvãb, an ancient iteration of modern-day Samarkand. It was like Helaine's possession scene in that it came to me pretty full-formed from who the fuck knows where- love it when that happens but it's immensely frustrating to have so little control over its occurrence. I'd smoke more dope but we're in the middle of an epic supply crisis (thanks, drought) and I suspect it fucks with my mood a little more than it used to. We've sort of grown out of drinking because, you know, dignity; either my wine goggles finally failed me or middle aged people just really do not get any more attractive after a bottle and a half of syrah. It's occurred to me that the road to concerted cougardom begins precisely on that dusty X where the appeal of low-ball psychoactives peters out. But I could be wrong. Needs more throughput.
It's Easter, so let's have some George Michael, in honour of sticking our candy where the sun don't shine.
Ever gotten freeqy in a glass lift? Back in the day (pre-earthquake) we had the one in the Park Royal Casino in Christchurch, which trundled slowly skyward/earthbound and you could look out over Victoria Square. Best time for that shit is between 2 and 5 am, and er, don't hit the button more than three times unless you're specifically looking for a security guy to join the party. Just sayin.
I prefer rooftops and botanic gardens.