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By chris Date: 2005 Jun 26 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.26.00.13.8142]] |
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"my tolerance is big!" you announce before leaving the table for a moment with instructions for us to order you another sangria designated driver i was on my first and only long island pretty strong but still not strong enough for me to be able to stand your sister's friend the middle-aged chick presently with her back to us and legs draped over the chair while she makes her moves on the two guys in polo shirts at the bar who are bemused to say the least - "dude what's UP with the way girls fight?" "can you say m-e-o-w?" they say all this to me to her i'm invisible for the moment my tuna steak or some such crap apparently having disturbed her what she really needs i think is a kick in the ass but instead i smile and ask the waitress for a side of dolphin with that sandwich a definite rhymes-with- witch if i never see her again it would be way too soon but you return to the room radiant and glowing and all of that good stuff your hair now up with a few strays over your ears that escaped the hair clip and it's all you and it has nothing to do with being drunk (which you aren't) (not really) but i sure wish i was would definitely make it easier being the only guy at a table with six women (two birthday girls at that!) still i remind myself that this is living not surviving not a dinner that will make us sick afterwards and a dollar's worth of bad songs on the jukebox the wait for the tab is crazy-long as you finish up your spanish drink in a route 66 joint named after a martini a cool jazz soundtrack following you around i allow that no one's getting out of here alive and the costs are way too high but we live in anticipation of the day coming soon when every last thing will be on the house |