just to unhinge a martini,
having wobbled over to
Belden with Jenn. Strap
in, she said, as we put on
our helmets at Helmut’s,
pre-Belden. Enabling
good digestion and heart
health we make those
martinis pomegranate.
You can’t do those dirty.
As the engagement be
comes more and more
inebriated, we spout non
sense like Practice empathy
for trophy housewife (Jenn)
and Thearpists full of hot
air and lukewarm water
(that’d be me). But the
best trick of all was when
we became hell-bent on
the dispensation of com
plimentary vodka. Four
strangers from the bar,
the only ones who had
arrived, like us, upon
scooters, snaked all
too swervily through
the almost non-exist
ent traffic home where
by morning we were all
the best of friends. Let’s
be weeks-on-end home
bodies, we kept saying
over stir-fry waiting on
Monday. And then we
laughed until we cried.
