had my eye on a couple of beauties, both singular in nature. the first sat in a booth, the third leg of a what would otherwise be a damn ugly two headed beast. picked her out early, but she was the more difficult to reach of the two. it was a delicate situation and the moment would have to wait. timing and all. the second was a crane, six foot two and a half and all legs and a late arrival. birdlike, but pretty, seductive in an antiquated librarian sort of way, I didn't know she was taller than me until I brought her up a step. wasn't quite ready for the shock, but didn't really care either. she was good on the floor, not afraid to let her hair down during the appropriate moments. but .... couldn't get keep my eye off the original point of interest. just too damn sexy. I needed time to think. when there was a break in the music, I bolted for the restroom. decided in front of a urinal, I came to the conclusion that I had no obligation to the leggy bird and the chance was ripe for an upgrade. guiltless and over-confident I left the men's room, choosing an alternate route around the horseshoe bar, I placed myself within striking distance, moved in and all is well. peripheral vision lost to the right and an anna to my left I was good. she was a foreign national. british, beautiful smile, hips that never missed the downbeat. but here's the brick wall. I had no chance past the last song. passed on the local for a transient and shot myself in the foot. crap. after that I lost the ability to communicate, survival skills functioned only and just long enough to order a cheeseburger and 20 chicken nuggets. they were good, but not as good as the donut on a bruised monday morning ...
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
donuts & blue collar coffee
that was breakfast day after the king khan show. interesting night all together, drank too much, smoked too much, essentially became a human excremental detriment to society. just as well. it was a night of contradictions and I found myself caught in the eye of the whole frigg'n shitstorm. the opener was good, the khan and his shrines were great, the dancing great, but ultimately it all backfired, guts decorating the walls and all that.
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A wise man once sang:
ReplyDelete"and when you're old and grey/you will remember what they said/that two girls are too many/three's a crowd and four you're dead."
I don't know if that really pertains to your situation. I just wanted to make it look like I knew shit.