Don't forget this: at the bar, with artist friends. Shootin' the shit about the painting critiques and what it's like to defend your parents in the dating world. Nostalgic music playing all night. Nostalgic music = Red Hot Chili Peppers, et. all, just like 'dreamlike' = no faces, blurry details. We left as 'Closing Time' by Semisonic was playing. Could it be more perfect timing?! Every single person I saw as I was walking out was mouthing the words, starin' down into their drinks or looking at their friends:

'I know who I want to take me home.'

It was like walkin' through a goddamned slow-motion music video.