in media res
In the morning hung out with LD and had sushi lunch, then a quick walk in the unseasonably freezing weather. And then came a goodbye; she is going to visit her parents in Boot State and will be flying back to her husband and children in Europa in a week. The real reason, though, is that the outrage of 74 and Zaftig at this affair ensure we will probably not see one another socially this trip. Cannot tear away, but should. It's all messed up. Very lachrymose.
Invited to go out to dinner with the Friar, Sonar, and the president of Auric's personal indie record label. Sonar was all mopey about the fact that Sonar's Gorgeous Wife has told him in no uncertain terms that she wants a divorce. He has managed to talk her into a trial separation instead. She is "the love of his life." They have two kids. I feel for him. Their marriage has been rocky for a few years now, though, so I doubt there will be a drastic schism in the immediate future.
After a vaguely unsatisfying dinner of well-made but pretentious nouveau-garde cuisine and bemusing craft cocktails, we absconded to Venue K, where Friar's friends Happy Garden were playing. We had a little private suite with a booth to watch them. I was too gloomy to be out. Insides in turmoil. No joy in Mudville. I texted Uber and went back home alone. Friar was too busy organizing his upcoming (putative) music festival to notice. I took a sedative. Texted LD a bit and slept.