I went out tonight smelling like Stella McCartney's mother's roses. (You heard me.) Around my neck was a bit of silk cord and austrian crystals in the form of one hard, brilliant butterfly. Adonis Rose headed up a quintet that played to celebrate my resurrection from the dead. I danced four dances- one wrong. (I hereby do solemnly swear that I will damn well learn the electric slide once and for all. Still- watch me work. I do wrong right.) I made three new friends who promise to get me into trouble. Drank two vodka tonics and two men held my elbow and pulled me close. To kiss my cheek and watch my sparkling eyes while I tried to talk in my soft girl's voice over the easy authority of trumpet, trombone and bass. I don't think it mattered what I said.
I have three new friends who promise to get me into trouble. I am gorgeous when I smile.
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You go, girl... you go.
RépondreSupprimerWOot! I have visions of...what was that acid jazz place called 'round Lakewood? Cool.
RépondreSupprimerTWO guys??? Who's the other one?
RépondreSupprimerSounds like fun.
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RépondreSupprimerWish comments were editable... tant pis.
RépondreSupprimerThanks, Bri. Lydia, you are thinking of the Brillo Pad. Thought of it several dozen times myself. The music definitely took me there. K, you don't know any of these. S'alright, tho'. Ain't misbehavin'.
i could teach you the electric slide...it was required learning for me in school. no really. it was. as was the boot-scootin-boogie. i'm not kidding. unfortunately.
RépondreSupprimerDon't wave knowledge like that in front of me, fool. When we meet I will horrify you in public by insisting on an impromptu dance lesson. And then you'll be sorry.
RépondreSupprimerI attended parochial schools which were deathly serious about their "dancing is of the devil" policy. I think I learned some kind of Jewish children's dance. Ya know- 'cuz that's Biblical. (There is no sexiness of any sort in the Bible, now, is there? There is? Wait, which version are you looking at? It's probably the wrong one. I'm not sure, but I think you could go to hell for reading the wrong one.)
rofl. exactly. oh and the lesson. oof. i didn't say i remembered it well enough to remember it...i mean, come on, howhighwasi?
RépondreSupprimerYou were too young to be high when you learned it (I'm hoping.) Are you home for Christmas? I'll buy you three drinks and you'll remember everything. (Am at ChezJ's right after Christmas.)
RépondreSupprimersrry high pockets, i'll not be in that region of the world for the holidays. i'll be here. left.
RépondreSupprimerMerry belated Christmas anyway, leftist.
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