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For the last few days, I've been thinking about my New Year's Eve dinner at Tavern on the Green, the night that it closed. I chiefly remember innumerable small moments where the staff were visibly comforting each other- a touch on the arm; a hug; even locked gazes and a nod- and trying to understand the odd sensation that was almost deja vu that I was experiencing. I was looking through some photographs on Facebook, when it hit me: this is *almost* what it was like when Rose's Turn- the piano bar I used to go to- closed, back in summer 2007. The key difference, of course, is that there, I was a fairly integral part of the proceedings: I was a regular, intermixed with other regulars and former regulars, and the stories and songs we were trading were as much mine as anyone's- they belonged to all of us. I was emotionally involved as I was capable of being- Rose's closed the same week that Deathly Hallows was released, and it's safe to say I was emotionally overwhelmed. Here, I was an outsider; a first-time diner ("I just wanted to say goodbye"- how many times did I hear a customer say that?) watching rituals of which I was not properly a part.

I'm still glad I ate there, but I wish I could've picked a different night.

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Sam Mendes is directing a Bond movie...?

2010 readlist list (so far)

( I've been seeing quite a few of those 'books read so far in year X' memes; since I've been Ready McReaderpants lately, I thought I'd try one. )