Wednesday, September 11, 2002

Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
I'm going watch my money go
At the Locarno, no

When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing in
A circle round their leather bags

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

But two o'clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed
Cos' their pies are really nice
I'll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

I really like this song. And it seems appropriate for today - melancholy and somehow wishing for better days gone by. I won't go into the whole "where were you" thing, but it was a very low point for me. I would just sit there watching the news, crying my eyes out, thinking about those last moments of terror for so many people. It was a relief to discover that all my NYC friends were safe, but their stories, straight from the source, made it hit home all the more. The possible consequences of kneejerk vengence scared me even more. I was swallowed up in grief and worry, and it took me about two months to come to terms with it enough not to let it affect my daily work.

Incidentally, we flew back to Toronto four days after it all happened. It was stressful, but weirdly positive - for once, airline crew and passengers were all on the same side. So even though I had to arrive at the airport at 4:30 AM for a flight that didn't go out until noon, somehow we all passed the time without getting irritated.