Thursday, September 14, 2006

After party

"That was so funny Jed"

Drew leaned into my defensive zone like he always did, he should have been a woman he was so blonde, and his stupid sunglasses still on top of his head even though it was well past midnite.

I struggled to finish my story, the one Drew was so dedicated to hearing.

"heh, you gotta slasch, see, you know, the lake, look on her fish, face"

Julie was giggling to herself. She was well past her used by date tonight, but her good time vibe was infectious. She sat to my right, one leg over my lap, the other folded under her, a martini in one hand and her other tracing her fingers up and down my drunk arm.

Drew pointed at me.

"you're drunk"

Drew grinned, took his half glass of whatever and touched it to my glass, which apparently I was still holding, and put it to his lips. That was what he tried to do, only he missed his mouth by an inch and poured half of the contents of the glass on the floor over his chin before correcting and making up the distance.

I suddenly found sticky alcohol on hardwood floors comforting.

"nice save, and yes, drunk am I, I am drunk"

Drew's eyes became animated and he lurched into a new thought, I was not able to break this extended attention stream.

"you know Jed, if we were Simon and Simon, you'd be Rick and I'd be AJ"

Even drunk he was able to recall my fascination with Gerald McRaney and put me into the "ugly guy" category. I was too wasted to fight him on this one.

I looked over at the window, the big bay window, the one that showed a nightly image of LA's twinkling lights. The city below mesmerized me for something like five minutes, or and hour, I was not sure. It still looked damp outside, stupid rain.

Drews glass was on the floor, his face was on it's side on my coffee table. There was crap everywhere, signs of a successful night of escape indoors. I lifted Drew's head using his blonde mop as a handle.

"Drew, I mean AJ!!!"

I raised my voice, but I didn't think he was concious.

"guess you're here staying, staying hip, here, you're staying here"

Julie started laughing at me, or Drew, or Kim who was curled up in the chair like a cat fast asleep. Drew was still out cold as I put his head back down on the coffee table and Julie's laugh started to warm me up.

"You girly, you are too home to go drunk now"

We both guffawed at my bad radio station command of english.

As I stood up from the sofa Julie caught my eye and put out her hand for me to take.

"Yes sir"

The left edge of her mouth curled up showing me her devious smile, maybe she planned everything.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Any wise girl would plot and plan in that manner to take the man she wanted.

Good for her.

Thanks for posting... we've missed you.

3:27 PM  
Blogger ladylongfellow said...

I vaguely remember Simon and must be older than I am. *smiling*

7:28 AM  
Anonymous Stace said...

Been there, done that. Of course she planned it. Smart girl.

7:42 AM  
Blogger WDKY said...

And? That's it, stop at the good bit...

12:45 PM  
Blogger Danke Shane said...

Heh. A brilliant move. One I hope you reciprocated in full.

7:06 AM  
Blogger emma said...

Guess you are too busy to write for us.

6:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Whack get the net man!

Have you ever had one of those cables that came with something but got separated and now you keep it just because you're afraid if you throw it out, you might discover that you need it one day? So you get the shoebox labelled "Trev's Stuff" off the top shelf to keep the cable in, only when you open the shoebox you find a whole lot of souvenirs, like made-up business cards with titles like "Master of the Universe", and some "Robotman" strips clipped out of the Sun during a brief phase. After about half an hour of flicking through this stuff you put the cable in and put the box back on the top shelf.

Just happened to me. 3.5mm stereo jacks each end, how handy!

12:03 AM  

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