When I was in my twenties, after a night meeting, I would drop by a bar counter by myself.
It’s a habit of a lonely man who can’t go straight home.
Starting from the bar of the hotel where the meeting was held, we went to Ginza, Akasaka, and Roppongi in that order, going down to a small counter bar that seemed to go down to the basement.
Walking drunk enough to call it an alcohol hike.
In sobriety, he wouldn’t have been able to walk as much.
It’s extremely unhealthy.
I feel like it was morning every day.
My memory is not clear anymore.
Music is Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Andy Williams or classic jazz.
Liquor is from bourbon whiskey, cocktails in the second half.
Gimlet to start.
Then, of course, the martini.
And whiskey Manhattan.
For a hangover, Black Velvet with black beer Guinness and champagne.
The gentleness of the twilight and the comfort of neon.
But now, I spend the twilight with ginger ale and oolong tea.
Oh what a wholesome thing.
Last night, I listened to jazz for the first time in a long time.
Non-alcoholic jazz seemed strange to my mind and body.
It was also fresh.
For me, music is the environment and the air.
But in the old days, the color of music was neon at night.
Is it the midday sun now?
Once again, let’s revive the concert plan at the facility.
The social reintegration of the post-corona world is about to begin.
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Body temperature 36.2 Blood sugar 166
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