I am so tired. So hopelessly tired and still very much in a high spirited frame of mind. Not like my spirits are up, but more like I drank too many spirits. Who knew you could get drunk off of ghosts? I can’t quite settle down to sleep, so instead I’m going to prattle on a bit until I either pass out or the hour comes to go back into the con and open my table back up.
By nature I’m an observer. I multitask to a sickening degree and this extends to being able to eavesdrop all things going on around me. I like to funnel it all into the blender that is my creative brain and use it as reference fodder for my stories. Tonight one that struck me very spying in on a Romeo & Juliet scene.
Voltaire performed this evening and he is simply one act that cannot be missed. My gent and I were more towards the back sitting on the floor and enjoying the show without having to be in the front crowd of people. At some point my gent had to duck out for a second and while he was gone I happily listened to the show and people watched. This is how I got a small window into this couple.