Thirty minutes into the afternoon sun, a sweaty pace takes the feet into the backyard and abode of a very fine friend. Twenty five on the clock and a few months out, the celebration begins at home. Where guests mingle to nibble on the fresh slices off the plate as others chew on chocolate bits inside crispy shells.
Faces, all these people with a familiarity that comes in previous meetings, however fleeting of the camera flash. Warm is company and the cold night air is back on yesterday, rubbing its hands in preparation for the concert.
Burning off an aura of skin from sitting too close to many of the candles on the window sill, room is tight as all eyes hit the front. Centre stage with the host of most talented proportions holding ground. Concert to rock with a swinging beat of songs to revel the night away. Less on the guest and all on the birthday girl.
Nothing is done by half as programmes and tickets, more than just a souvenir, cream in an end of jam to celebrate the passing of another milestone in life. Quarter on and the rest of the night is away with the spread back across the grass under the spot lights.
Truly captive night listening to the songs that turn the heart, hold the head and tilt the ear drums in their own sordid waves of delight.
And a Dr Pepper stays over after a house call.
Soon Van - Sunday, 4 February 2007 - 12:02
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