Old FIle: Darla

[dxm2]

Another old file, this one pretty damn old old.

In fact, if I recall correctly (and I might not, but I’m pretty sure) this was the night I moved into my loft. My stuff had been shipped from my previous city but was still a day away, and all of my new furniture (I didn’t bring my old furniture) would not be delivered for another week or two, except for one single futon (still here! I'm sitting on it as I type!) that I had bought that morning at a place a few blocks away.

I had dinner that night at the one of the restaurant/lounges that are on the building's first floors, took a woman I met there up to show her the place, and we made good use of the futon. She left pretty much immediately after -- which wasn't so surprising since there was no bedding on the futon -- but I stuck around even though I had already paid for a hotel room elsewhere, and slept like a rock. I was so in love with my new place.

This was before I was recording with an iPhone -- (I used a crappy, old mp3 player that had been replaced my my iPod for music listening, but had a recorder feature) -- and like all of my recordings back then, the sound quality was horrible and it was hard to hear. But with the software I have learned about since I have cleaned it up, and boosted the volume, and so a file I never really bothered to listen to way back when is now listenable -- and even though it sounds old and a bit tame it kind of holds up, IMHO.

Oh, and I should probably fess up that the name I use here -- Darla -- I am totally pulling that out of my ass. I never saw that woman again, and I can’t for the life of me remember her name, or even if I ever really knew it. So what the hell. She’s now officially Darla.

Enjoy.

[yeppie]

Found this file in the orphaned attachments, I guess it belongs here.

[dxm2]

Thanks, yeppie.