in this house on ice

oh dear friends i am a little drunk...8 pm in that lull between friday happy hours with coworkers and then the later bar excursions with other friends, sitting in my apartment, inhaling the stench of varnish, windows wide open to the still air and just now on the number four bus my ipod which switches through songs came to 'house on ice' by clap your hands say yeah and i was reminded of the early summer, when i listened to this album and this song in particular a whole hell of a lot as i had just gotten a car and returned from buenos aires a new man several pounds lighter and addicted to camel lights and katie and i would often drive to twin lake and drink maté and lay on the beach among the hippies and in the heat of the summer this song was my anthem and now in the gray dark winter it came to me again half drunk on the number four bus among the neon and overcoats and made me overjoyed or was it the beer.