On the drive to Dallas, i was crossing the lake at sunset. In this, Texas always delivers. She loves us like that.

This was the last sunset of the year.

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and the show was good, yeah. i missed about half of the King Bucks set b/c i forgot t'eat, and i hadda before i hit the pub.

It was full, but friendly. Chok full of fans i'd never seen, all singin their lil hearts out. i had to school the bartender on the proper snakebite, tho. i dunno why ffolks insist on makin it with Guinness, except Guinness is so trendy now.
for the record: a 'Snakebite' is cider and lager. doesnae hafta float or be pretty, just toss it inna pint glass and pass it down. It was traditionally a skinhead drink, and there's still plenny places in Brit-esque areas that'll give yeh the scowl if yeh order it.

If yeh make it with Guinness, it's a 'Black Velvet', or even a 'Crown Float'. One of my crazy ex-GF's taught me that if yeh add a shot of Jeager to it ( or Pernod), it's a 'Red Witch'. Yeah.
I could go on, but if yeh really care, yeh can wiki it.
but i digress.

the clock ticked down, the count came, and i hoisted my champagne with the rest, holding the plastic flute for as long as possible to avoid seein alla the kissin.
then i had four more.

oh, Happy New Year.
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the pub was just a couplea block from my hotel, so i walked it. the hotel was full, natch, and the parking lot was long, but it was/is a nice walk. Both directions.

i know about a hundred ffolks in Dallas, all told. of those hundred mebbe a dozen knew i was gonna be in town, and of those dozen, only 3 knew where i was gonna be, and only 2 knew where i was stayin. i left those 2 at the bar, plus they were already there that evenin when i got there...

So, when on the walk back, i saw this thingy sittin onthe back hatch of Serenity, i hadda pause.
It's a black metal ring. A 'sacred heart', and on the sides of the band are stars.
now, to pain tthe scene, i'm in the back-ish parts of the lot, and there's a broken Maker's Mark bottle near, an empty Sudafed box, and a bunch of cig butts, like some fool dumped an ashtray.

still scratchin my head about it, but i guess it could be random. Could be a glamour bomb. could just be Eris reminding me that she'll never let me go.

i think i'mnae gonna think too much about it.

yeh think i'd be used t'random by now, but honestly, i'm a bit weary of it.


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