Day 191 of Project 365: High Society

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Tonight we went to the Scotch Malt Whisky Society, where we ordered drams not by distillery but by tasting notes and clever names. I drank “Eating custard in an old Jag” and “Ice Cream Sundae” and neglected to find out what they actually were. On purpose. Some experiences are not meant to be replicated. We will be back to the Vaults, of course, but I appreciated the mystique and wonder of this introduction, especially after so many years of FunkyPlaid wanting me to see it, and especially on Hawk’s last night in town.

Day 191 of Project 365: High Society

I am not going to dwell on that “last night in town” part, although it is weighing on me. As I write this, we are all sitting companionably in our lounge like we live in the same city, like we did before. The hardest part of this move was always going to be this ache of separation from those we hold dear. No surprise there, but the feeling does not seem to lessen with time.

Grasping, flailing at the now. I’d like to be better at this existing in the moment thing everyone raves about, but I will settle for melodramatic, whisky-fuelled journal entries.

2 thoughts on “Day 191 of Project 365: High Society

  1. Robert Hansen

    I’m reminded of a couplet from Zevon: “I’m lucky to be here with someone I like / Who maketh my spirit to shine.”

    You had a very lucky night. And sure, you’d have to be some kind of monster to not feel some sense of loss or separation, and you’re not a monster so clearly you must — but there will be moments in the future, random instants where you’ll realize these people are in one sense far away, but in another they’re (again quoting Zevon) “tied to you like the buttons on your blouse.”

    Me — when I feel isolated or alone, I like to spend time reaching out to people who feel isolated and alone. Best curative for that feeling I’ve ever found. Your mileage may of course vary. 🙂

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