and then i woke up
and i remembered the evening
in flashes backward
as you do
stading in the kitchen
with one arm up
forefinger extended
to the roof
knees bent
rockin roll style
yelling
I LOVE ASIA
and proceeding to sing along
"heat of the moment"
at the top of my lungs
then dance
like a shaved turtle
it was at that point i also remember
the look on my guests' faces
a novelist and another esteemed collegue
who came to buy some paintings
and i remember their faces
becoming quite blank
and i remember them earlier in the evening
seeming much less frightened
and then i remember them leaving
and somewhere in the middle of it all i remember
someone asking if i was okay
i was okay
i had a great time
i hope you did as well
