Tea

 

January 25, 2023

B made a date to meet me at the West Asheville Dobra tea shop (where everyone, for some reason, meets) and this morning sends a set of instructions about how I must wear a mask and how he’ll get his tea to go if the place is crowded. Covid, though real and perilous, does give the passive-aggressive the chance to make rules for other people to follow. 

Slept remarkably late this morning, after being very drunk very late last night. It was a war-with-the-Almighty night and it helps to be drunk. I wonder if He was. 

The guy beside me at rehearsal last night has Parkinson’s and is trying to see how long he can still sing.