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I drank tequila in San Francisco to warm me up and in L.A. because it was appropriate.

My claustrophobia from San Francisco begins to vanish—that cheerful shipshape vitality of the north violates my spirit and I long for vast sprawls, smog, and luke nights: L.A. It is where I work best, where I can live, oblivious to physical reality.

L.A. was embarrassing; I tried not to notice.

The night was young and the moon was silver and the Irish have never been boring.

I was dancing, dancing through the crowded room and absolutely unable to stop smiling. Women who dance with their eyes closed, smiling, are as near to heaven as you can get on carth, and there I was, in heaven, only in Bakersfield.