The Blue Ocean

The drink of the night prepared by the young bartender.. What's it called?
' I think I'll call it The Blue Ocean.' she said.
Vodka and this and that and something called Blue Curacao.

In preparing the drink she dropped a glass and it broke...

I took that personally.... why me God? She has probably never dropped a glass in her short bartending career. (She's young)
I thought of changing my mind. Maybe that was a sign maybe I don't need this drink nor need to be here.

I didn't change my mind I Let it Be... so she answered my question and called it the Blue Ocean. It was pretty good though
It needed something maybe real blueberries or a sprig of mint from Maine. That was the scene beneath the Wilkins Hotel
with the DJ playing some Hip Hop and colored lights dancing and the young crowd of whom I knew no one.

Not my scene.

I had planned on making it to Fairfax to hear the Tuesday Night Uzilevsky Korty Session of which there is nothing in the Marin
Music scene comparable. Mill Valley doesn't have a scene it has a few venues off and on.
Fairfax has a scene. I didn't make it. It would have been a bicycle ride round trip.

I canceled my big plans to make it back East on the 18th. The signs were self evident.
My friend from Windfall Farms said with what seemed finality 'California has claimed you.'
Energy sustainability. Streamline my life.