a thirtieth birthday party for a woman who looks not a day over 22 apart from her 'to die for' deep and pooly knowing eyes... i think she may just be the most beautiful woman IN THE WORLD.
it was in the woods. a ukranian scout hall? a ufo? a dance floor from hell. a stage. a room full of new people. who seem lovely. but scary. i am shy. I AM. there was an impenetrable circle around the fire. but it worked quite nice in the end. i bonded with this bastard who makes too much sense to me in a 'i know you cause i'm like you and yes i like you'. i danced like a motherfucker.
after all that reckless, funny, and hot hot dancin with all those lovely but coupley types i had trouble gettin my head out of the gutter all the way home. it doesn't help when you're in a car full of hot single ladies bemoaning the lack of handsome men who don't also have amazing beautiful women. i got to thinking of a man who describes me as infectious and flighty. like bird flu. baton down the hatches kiddo.
after the loverly alex and nadine dropped us back in my neighbourhood brookie and i rolled up to hoops's house... i knocked on the door in a sorry state. as she took in the damage i indicated the red bag in my hands and asked if i could please move in. to her credit she said yes... making some comment about us looking broken. i said i was actually going for glamour and i'd appreciate her not being so dissmissive of my efforts. but she took us in and cooked us a four course dinner and i asked her to marry me... because her wontons win...
a little postscript.
careful what you look at... in my achey body state i just saw a pretty girls self portrait with this poem under it... methinks it would actually be worse if she could spell...
The withered angel with a hiden truth.
Silent as she acends
Trapped in a everlasting misery....
it goes on, but i will leave it at that.