Mike Worrall, "Seekers of Truth" 2009
Sometimes drinking just too much is only that. It is not magic, only, sometimes, an ingredient. Last night the moon was full alright, but the evening too hot and muggy. It was not a night for cafes. And here, for me, nothing happened of any magnitude. No Vespa could have fixed that. And so, with the understanding of a child, I pouted wondering why we cannot have magic on demand. And in truth, much of life is so damned dull. . . it is better never to look for it. Of course.
Details. The bar was sticky, the bartender surly. She said she was hot and sweaty and grumpy. The light was not right, too flat, too metallic. Only a single couple across the bar seemed to be having any fun at all, she very pretty, he because she was. Later, on another veranda, the food was average, the venue boring. Even later, the moon was there but too far away, just too much heat and moisture between us. Sticky, frustrated, having drunk just a little too much, I went home. Of course, the overstuffed couch and the cat who adores me, as always. Shelves full of books, drawers full of pictures, the trappings of a quiet life.
What do you do on such a night? I had obviously taken the wrong course. There was nothing to do but wait it out.
And then, there was something. I turned on the television to the only channel I might stand. "Flipper" was playing on Turner Classic Movies. I had not seen it since I was a child. It was enough.
And so, I will try to change directions right away. Right now. Tout suite. Immediatement.
yes much too hot and sticky for any romantic, full moon escape... I escaped into a steamy novel and fell asleep to dream of snow-filled landscapes and handsome men hanging on to every word I said. An escape of sorts I suppose...
ReplyDeleteI had a very good friend (I loved him but never told him) when we went out together -- girls used to flirt with him like crazy. I used to tell him I made him handsome. :) It's good to know it was true.
ReplyDeleteclink. having a glass of wine by the open window. going to head out to the porch soon. just had to catch up on my Cafe Selavy.
xo
R, I have been falling asleep with novels in lap, too.
ReplyDeleteL, There is nothing like a pretty girl to make a man more desirable. It is terrible, I know.
The night is a cat, not a dog; you can't chase it; you just have to put out your hand and hope it comes.
ReplyDeleteThe night comes, regardless. It is the companion thing you must chase.
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