Man. This would have been such a fine time for a drink'n dial.
A couple of martinis (Greygoose, 3 olives), a skirt, tall leather boots, and I'm ready.
Where the hell am I? can you come get me?
Thank God there's no police around. I'm not sure I'm responsible right now.
It says left turn but I think it's wrong. Where's the 101?
Yup. Totally wrong. I'm in Sausalito. Funny coincidence. Our first official date. The one when you called me soulless and had little to no interest in anything I had to say. You just watched me. Like a hulk. Then you filled gas and put your hands on my head when I said what I said. You looked, for one tiny moment, like a compassionate human being- and then it was gone. The rest is all in my head. High maintenance and all. You said it. That, at least, I can recall.
Thank God I'm past the Drink'n Dial. I would have called you to say "come over." " Now." And you would- just as I was parking my car. I'd meet you breathless at the door front. Skirt and all. Leather boots. This side of me which you like but are afraid of. The side not made of marble, counter to what you thought.
Am I on the right path now? No. I think I'm lost.
What a fine night.
I want another martini and a smoke- but I don't. Smoke, that is. I'm a responsible adult.
Where are you right now? In whose arms? You proved to be such a piece of work. Who would have known. I think I did. Early on. Then I let you bamboozle me and fell right in. A little fly in your intricate web. Marble crackling to reveal so much. After all.
I think I got it now. Left turn. Bridge. Oh good.
I can't tell if I'm driving fast or slow. It says 40. I show 60. Must slow down. No time to get caught in my misery. Take out fast-rack. Bee-beep. Done. watch out car on left. Merging. Thank God I'm sobering up. No Dial.
I'm home. Park car. Devour the keys. More, more, more. I want a burger and onion soup. Absinthe, if you must ask. Now. So organized, proper, most of the time. That's what you like. I'm so much more though. There. I said it. More than you can handle or want. Go away. You said you would.
Another Greygooose. A movie. If I only had fresh popcorn. Maybe you would bring some--whenever it is that we are friends again. For now, an early night. A good night. Dreamless, I hope. As you stay up.