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Date: 08 December 2006 15:42:23
I inherited a midlife crisis.
My colleague who died set something up a few months back which was well-intentioned but was open to being misconstrued and, indeed, made his wife ask if it was him having a mid-life crisis. One of the upshots of his death is that I've taken this thing on. Which is why I was downtown drinking absinthe and attempting to disco dance long past my bedtime earlier this week. It's hard to explain, but I had to do it, because for the sake of the people I was with I had to fill the gap that my colleague had left (he was such a fine dancer). Crazy as it sounds, I was dancing and drinking absinthe as a form of grieving and as a form of comforting to help others grieve and move on. Or am I just deluding myself?