west uptowner

late night streetcar ride, originally uploaded by plastictaxi.

That's us the other night, coming home from - something I can't remember.

I'm name-blanking quite a lot these days. It's not always so bad - when you blank on someone on the street, and they blank on you, there is a kind of openess and forgiveness, and probably an increased friendliness about the encounter. After all, you have something in common: you've both forgotten the other's name. Hurray, a bonding moment.

That's the exception. The thing about working within an industry of freelancers is that, even in a large city, your range of contacts is its own small town. With all that implies. Misunderstandings, frequent re-introductions to acquaintances, polite ellipses in conversation to avoid discussing the show that X was in at which Y fell asleep, or the common lover you both had back in 2000.

But somethings I don't forget. Like the loosening feeling of relief when you're rolling home on the streetcar, just awake enough to watch for your stop, still warm from a party, with your baby snoozing on you.

# posted by trev @ 4:36 p.m.