The Girl is swamped, by work, by social obligations, by housework, by the little details and minutiae of living. She feels frazzled. So Saturday...She slept. She woke up at 6:30, her usual time. However, she did a very unusual thing and laid down on the couch and slept until 11:30. She woke up, ate and went back to sleep. She got out of bed at 6:30, ran an errand, and was back in bed by 9.
She doesn't understand what all that sleepin' was about. Generally, she sleeps very little. Strange thing is: She is still tired.
Maybe the cause is all the running about she has done of late. Weekend before last she went to Pinky & Coco's for Happy Hour. Happy Hour is like a party, but more casual. There are fewer people at Happy Hour, the hosts are less formal. Everything is toned down a notch, except for the fun.
The Girl let loose. She drank too much, but not too, too much. She spent the evening talking to Abel and Frankie. They are both sweet guys. They just moved into their new home. The responsibility and joy made them hyper-? Well hyper-themselves. Like everything was ratcheted up a notch.
She feels a strong connection to Abel. He is funny, naughty, and cool, but that is not it what draws her to him. He felt instantly like family. She feels as if she has known him for a really long time. He smells familiar. And Frankie is so laid back and just so nice. (That is a terrible way to describe someone, but it is so true. People have sucked all the joy out of the word by over using it. But nice is a good thing and despite its overuse as a word, a rare thing.) She likes them.
Other people were there: a couple she didn't know and still doesn't, Nora a friend of Coco's, Sean, and Harley & David.
Abel and The Boy, after a few rounds, pulled all the alcohol in the house out, made a mixer run, and proceeded to play mad scientists. Every 15 minutes or so, Abel would emerge from the kitchen carrying little shots of poison. Everyone kept drinking. (The Boy, creator of the smoking little cups of ?, wasn't drinking. He is a strange, strange man.)
After many different sips of many different noxious concoctions, someone suggested HP. So The Boy and Pinky, both of whom were sober, loaded their cars down with drunken friends and headed over. Harley & David, ever responsible, went home. Everyone else went to HP and drank some more. They danced and talked and had a fine time. The evening ended back where it started at Pinky & Coco's. Pinky made every one breakfast. The Girl was spent. The Girl was happy.
An alarm sounds. The outside world calls, pulling The Girl from her thoughts....
Friday, April 16, 2004
The Girl is lucky. She was listening to the radio, was caller number ten, and is going to New York. What fun.
She has been having much fun of late. She and The Boy went to Coco and Pinky's last weekend. For happy hour. They had a wonderful relaxing time.
Excitement, and the fact that she is running late, stops The Girl from having time to reflect on last weekend or on her up coming trip. When she is in a quiet place she will tell everyone everything.
She has been having much fun of late. She and The Boy went to Coco and Pinky's last weekend. For happy hour. They had a wonderful relaxing time.
Excitement, and the fact that she is running late, stops The Girl from having time to reflect on last weekend or on her up coming trip. When she is in a quiet place she will tell everyone everything.
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
The Girl is exhausted. Daylight savings time. Whose idea was that? It sucks. The Girl has always had a hard time sleeping. Her sleep patterns are cyclical, like the moon, or the seasons, or her period. They are connected to the Earth and her girl energy. Linear time is a man made construct; some boy thing being imposed upon her. And as if making her live by the tyranny of tick-tock alarm clocks wasn’t bad enough, twice a year they slide everything around and just ruin The Girl. Will she never sleep? Will she ever sleep? (How can those two sentences mean the same thing?)
The weekend was good. The Girl went to dinner with Sang Su the world famous grammarian/acupuncturist. Wielder of the English language by day, wielder of needles by night. She is a college professor at the University of State. Her fame is derived from her work as an acupuncturist. She doesn’t really wield needles, but grows mugwort, also know as moxa. It is an herb that is burned and used in acupuncture. She grows such a powerful variety of the medicinal plant in her greenhouse that people fly in from China to take cuttings and learn her cultivation techniques.
Dinner was fun. Sang is a wonderfully funny and a great friend. Dinner with her is always sort of crazy. They went to a local dive, called “The Dive.” They had dinner and drinks and drinks and dessert and drinks. They ran into their friend Frenchy. Frenchy is an itinerant cartoonist. So French, Sang and The Girl stayed up late into the night gibbering in booze soaked gibber. It was fun. The Girl remembered being young and free of cares.
The next morning The Girl and The Boy went to Ybor City with Harley and David. They stayed in a nice hotel. It had two swimming pools and two hot tubs. The four friends swam and soaked before heading off to dinner. Dinner was at The Columbia, the oldest restaurant in Florida. They ate a little of everything and washed it down with Sangria. While having dinner they watched the Flamenco dancers. The Girl loved their attitude. She loved the similarities between the dancing and a street fight: backs arched, chests out, snapping, slapping their own bodies, circling one another, loud contact, moving away. So graceful and precise. David likened it to a bull fight, the sway of the dancers’ skirts mimicking the torero’s capote. OLE!
The next day they went to the Florida Aquarium and toured a battleship. It was fun and relaxing. The aquarium is always cool. (Swim little fishies.) The battleship was very strange and magical. It was definitely a battleship. The four of them crawled down into hers belly and walked all over her decks. It was used in battle at some time. Now it was acting as a museum by allowing landlubbers to experience the claustrophobic workings of a war machine. The Girl remembered her grandfather who had served on just such a ship during WW II. She admired him all the more after the tour.
However, the ship seems to have been used most recently as a home, not a museum. The Girl knows this because The Boy opened every door that wasn’t marked “Don’t Open.” It was strangely out of character for him and The Girl liked it. She was tantalized to look at this person she was so familiar with and not recognize him. “Who is this Boy breaking all the rules?” He made her hot with his mischievousness.
Later that day The Couple, Harley, and David returned to Ybor for lunch. They ate at a Greek restaurant. The food was great. The Girl knows now why most Greeks are fat.
Then it was home again, home again…..and Daylight Savings Time. It sucks.
The Girl and The Boy are going to Pinky and Coco’s this weekend. The Couple love them very much. They are funny, cool, smart, and crazy. They throw the best parties ever. Pinky and Coco are also the politest people. They are gentlemen in a world desperately in need of manners. The Girl feels so at home with them…relaxed and yet refined. They are having some people over for cocktails and invited The Girl and The Boy. It is a testament to Pinky and Coco’s coolness that The Girl feels so chosen and special to have received an invitation.
The Girl hopes to sleep sometime between now and then.
The weekend was good. The Girl went to dinner with Sang Su the world famous grammarian/acupuncturist. Wielder of the English language by day, wielder of needles by night. She is a college professor at the University of State. Her fame is derived from her work as an acupuncturist. She doesn’t really wield needles, but grows mugwort, also know as moxa. It is an herb that is burned and used in acupuncture. She grows such a powerful variety of the medicinal plant in her greenhouse that people fly in from China to take cuttings and learn her cultivation techniques.
Dinner was fun. Sang is a wonderfully funny and a great friend. Dinner with her is always sort of crazy. They went to a local dive, called “The Dive.” They had dinner and drinks and drinks and dessert and drinks. They ran into their friend Frenchy. Frenchy is an itinerant cartoonist. So French, Sang and The Girl stayed up late into the night gibbering in booze soaked gibber. It was fun. The Girl remembered being young and free of cares.
The next morning The Girl and The Boy went to Ybor City with Harley and David. They stayed in a nice hotel. It had two swimming pools and two hot tubs. The four friends swam and soaked before heading off to dinner. Dinner was at The Columbia, the oldest restaurant in Florida. They ate a little of everything and washed it down with Sangria. While having dinner they watched the Flamenco dancers. The Girl loved their attitude. She loved the similarities between the dancing and a street fight: backs arched, chests out, snapping, slapping their own bodies, circling one another, loud contact, moving away. So graceful and precise. David likened it to a bull fight, the sway of the dancers’ skirts mimicking the torero’s capote. OLE!
The next day they went to the Florida Aquarium and toured a battleship. It was fun and relaxing. The aquarium is always cool. (Swim little fishies.) The battleship was very strange and magical. It was definitely a battleship. The four of them crawled down into hers belly and walked all over her decks. It was used in battle at some time. Now it was acting as a museum by allowing landlubbers to experience the claustrophobic workings of a war machine. The Girl remembered her grandfather who had served on just such a ship during WW II. She admired him all the more after the tour.
However, the ship seems to have been used most recently as a home, not a museum. The Girl knows this because The Boy opened every door that wasn’t marked “Don’t Open.” It was strangely out of character for him and The Girl liked it. She was tantalized to look at this person she was so familiar with and not recognize him. “Who is this Boy breaking all the rules?” He made her hot with his mischievousness.
Later that day The Couple, Harley, and David returned to Ybor for lunch. They ate at a Greek restaurant. The food was great. The Girl knows now why most Greeks are fat.
Then it was home again, home again…..and Daylight Savings Time. It sucks.
The Girl and The Boy are going to Pinky and Coco’s this weekend. The Couple love them very much. They are funny, cool, smart, and crazy. They throw the best parties ever. Pinky and Coco are also the politest people. They are gentlemen in a world desperately in need of manners. The Girl feels so at home with them…relaxed and yet refined. They are having some people over for cocktails and invited The Girl and The Boy. It is a testament to Pinky and Coco’s coolness that The Girl feels so chosen and special to have received an invitation.
The Girl hopes to sleep sometime between now and then.
