That’s me in the corner
“Oh, life is bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me…”
The man sitting beside me at the Beantown Pub sings along to R.E.M. as it wafts through the tight spaces in between bar stools and coats. I was just fitted for my wedding dress — which I so long to post for you here but I can’t risk Jon stumbling upon it — and now I’m sitting on the corner stool at the bar, drinking a beer. The bar tender sweeps by me, her hands full of empty mugs, and she takes up the tune with a sweet voice,
“…That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight, I’m
Losing my religion”
It’s 2:30 in the afternoon, but the place is full to the brim and I wonder where Jon and his friends will sit when they get here. I take a sip and decide that being alone at a bar isn’t quite as uncomfortable as I expected. And I suddenly wish I had a notebook.
But I don’t. The best I can do is capture this moment in my mind and recreate it later in the week on my blog.