The La Cienega/San Vicente intersection messes me up all the time, even on foot. But in my defense it's not like I'm on that intersection every day, plus I have a billion things on my mind, and I was only 5 minutes late.
On second thought, no excuses.
Hell with it
I was late
5 minutes.
And while friends and strangers over the internet "weep" the misuse of there, they're, and their, please unclench the anal-retentive irons when in person! One petty contemptible rhetoric after next, like links on a chain evanesced from melted down faded nickels and dimes, hard labored and falsely casted as wrought and steel, disharmonious welded knots of an ominous entanglement, I imagine such a chain to be used for ill capture rather than poetic bondage.
This wasn't at all how I fantasized us having sex. (I mean dinner.)
I surrendered and once more he disapproved.
I waved my white flag and he threw his fist on the table.
Damned if I do.
Damned if I don't.
We went our separate ways.
Last he text, "This is why I'm alone."
"Me too," I wrote back. "Me too."
It happens.
Sex, like everything else attainable, is the easiest thing in the world until you get bored with it.
Be that as it may,
Earlier I didn't drink because he doesn't drink, and now I wanted a cocktail badly. I don't recall last time I gave up a drink for someone but I must have.
Be warned: Not doing it again any time soon!
No hard feelings. Whatever for? Los Angeles, the world, is too small a place for those with a decent memory.
But,
I still wanted a glass of wine. Cleanse the mental palate. Vino, not to forget. I drink because that is simply what I do, and I enjoy it.
Along the boulevard of pretty cars, pretty people, all with nowhere to go but everywhere, I heard a familiar song and looked to see where it was coming from.
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was around when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
What's this? An old Dodge Charger? In my neighborhood?
Please to meet you
Hope you guess my name
And suddenly I was no longer preoccupied with the balladry of hammering square pegs into the proverbial round hole. I wanted to go where the driver of that car playing that song was going.
But What's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
And as if his car suddenly ran out of gas, the Dodge Charger rolled into the next parking lot towards the valet.
Fortuitous? Who am I not to tempt fate, or at least seize opportunity to share spirits?
While Mr. Dodge Charger had his vehicle parked I went inside the lounge and finally got my glass of wine. I then made myself comfortable at the bar and observed the room; groups of beautiful people ignoring other groups of beautiful people, and while I entertained the thought of introducing this group of people to that group of people, I nonetheless admired their individual Dumas credence, "All for one, One for all" even if their loyalty was only just for tonight. It's all we have really, tonight, tomorrow night, following the next night (and if we're lucky) following another.
Enter Mr. Dodge Charger, currently alone, who took up a seat at the other end of the bar and ordered a beer, green glass bottle, probably a Heineken.
And there we were.
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the Sinners Saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
20 random minutes past from the moment Mr. Dodge Charger and I silently connected on the sidewalk though he'll never know it. He'll never know the course of my night which brought me into the lounge with him. He'll never know why I'm sitting at the opposite end of the bar with him enjoying my glass of Pinot Noir.
He'll never know any of it.
I finished my glass of wine and intentionally brushed past Mr. Dodge Charger while I headed out the door.
"Where you going pretty girl?" He unexpectedly asked.
"Home." I cheerfully replied.
"Where's that?" he pursued.
Minnesota, but that's not what he meant.
The answer to his question,
No idea, my handsome friend, but I'll let you know when I get there, next we meet again.
And I'll think of you,
And play our song.
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
-- Rolling Stones, Sympathy For The Devil
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