I was in New Orleans recently.
Upon my return, people asked
“Did you have fun?”
I’m sure they meant
“Lift your top &
show us your t*ts”
kinda fun.
I didn’t.
But I did have fun.
Every day I walked
to Café du Monde
and had café au lait
and beignets.
So. Much. Fun.
Over time,
fun gets quieter
in a way that makes
it sometimes hard
to notice.
It reminds me of Quoyle,
in The Shipping News,
one of the most beautiful books
I’ve ever read
and played by Kevin Spacey
in the pretty good movie version
After a miserable life
married to the alcoholic &
abusive Petal,
Quoyle doesn’t recognize
his relationship with Wavey
as love because it doesn’t hurt.
It’s not painful or dramatic.
Just good.
Same for fun.
Quiet fun sometimes
goes unnoticed.
A great conversation.
An interesting read.
A really good coffee.
It doesn’t matter if you’re alone
(and, in truth, we’re always alone
even and perhaps especially
when we’re with others)
or with someone you care about
or in a crowd,
any engagement in an activity
you enjoy,
no matter how loud
or not,
totally counts as fun.
You get to decide.
Tops optional.