Friday, August 11, 2006
Midnight Came and Went
My friend Amy broke up with a man named Buddy Earl about a week before Valentine's Day many a long year ago. She had met the vile Buddy Earl at The Red Rose, the bar used in the movie Boys Don't Cry. It's just as nice in real life as portrayed on the screen. We'd go there from time to time to see a blues band named Swine Cadillac play -- the lead player had a wicked way with the guitar and a gut the size of Milwaukee. The whole thing would have been something to see if one could have seen through the smoke. Buddy Earl appeared through a cloud and in a midsummer night's dream moment, Amy became entranced. Her friends, however, did not. Amy had a party, a come and meet Buddy Earl party, and the Budman did not show. Midnight came and went and one and two -- equal parts despair, anger, rationalization, and finally exhaustion took turns playing to an increasingly smaller house. When Buddy finally did show up to a party months later, he tried to sell the host a new long distance plan and drank everything in reach, achieving saucemonster status in a room of fairly heavy drinkers.
Buddy Earl did not last. Amy threw a Valentine's Day party after she kicked him out of her apartment -- she paid for him to get his car fixed so he could drive away. She sent out invitations, calling the event the anti VD party to end all parties. The night started rough -- Hank and I found out that a dear friend's mother had died and everyone else seemed to have gone through a recent break-up. A short man named James kept following me around, telling me how he'd never even known he was short until he was about fifteen and did I want to learn how to make pancakes? I did not, and if the shake of my head wasn't enough, my friend Priscilla said, She will never touch your pancakes in a particularly icy tone. Amy ended up confessing her love for Hank, saying, I'm black and you're blind. We understand each other. Hank pined for our friend whose mother had just died. It might have been February, but some asshole came and sprinkled a lot of midsummer night's dream stardust and cruised. Happy Anti VD Day indeed.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
1 part vodka
1 part apple martini mix
1 splash of butterscotch schnapps
Serve as a martini.
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Friday everyone! Poetry will return next week.