I feel, in general, older and dumber–but I’m meeting new people who seem, altogether, great. There’s an extreme sense of comfort that comes with knowing that, for once, I get  to stay in the same place for a little while.  There is No  Rush.

Last night was waterfire, when I and some folks who have not yet decided I’m not cool enough, headed down to see piles of logs, in the middle of a river, get set on fire–which is either exactly as cool as it sounds or much cooler than it sounds, depending on…how cool that sounds. Somehow or another one of these people ended up with a bottle of wine, and we drank that bottle of wine, and then we went to a bar.

And then we went to a party SPECIFICALLY for this reason: at a party the night before, two guys had told my friends that they were going to have a party the next night but that in the night in question (yesterday night) they were going to go home and sing Queen together.

Not only were there a lot of interesting people, and apparently, though I missed this, some gratuitous displays of abdominal muscles, there was a “robot” dance fight. In fact, I had to robot dance fight just to be allowed to leave. Challenge accepted.

Today was the beach, past Point Judith where, 30 years and a bit ago, my parents had set off on their honeymoon. Good omen! The water was tres froid, but the beach was just right. Dinner at Captain Jack’s, the swankiest restaurant in South Kingstown, RI. We’ll see…