Friday, November 30, 2007
Close To Twilight
Last night one of my dear friends started a story about the night before Thanksgiving with "After the tequila debacle, . . . " and I realized all over again why I love my friends. My worst drinking debacle involved a vodka martini served in something that resembled a large soup-bowl like vat, and I had ordered a sandwich named after Patti Smith and before I could take one bite of my Patti which was basically a ham and cheese and had nothing to do with Jesus saving or not saving me for my sins, I was talking about the crucifixion which is not a good sign given that it was early, not even close to twilight, and there would soon be vomit in my hair, the hallmark of a real sex goddess, one of those ancient beauty secrets nobody mentions. I had all the appeal of one of those body suits from the late eighties/early nineties that were intended to make you look like your shirt was ever-so tight and tucked in, but in fact gave you horrible wedgies and the crotch snaps undid with a fair amount of regularity which left you looking like a fool until you made it to the bathroom to readjust. Until it happened again.
As for fashion in those long ago jumpsuit days, I once wore a belt as a shirt -- when you are as flat-chested as I am, this is not the difficulty it might seem, teamed it with a black blazer and combat boots. Those were the days of Thunderbird and Mad Dog and trying to be a militant feminist in a world of Reagan and Texas and the beginnings of Snapple and life as we know it was beginning to unravel. Love was around, but there was already a scarcity economy -- nothing would be enough. But I had my friends, those complicated souls so full of history already. And their stories which sometimes began, After the tequila debacle . . . We were nowhere near Barstow, but there's always a desert, and we all spend time there in various altered states of love, drugs, money, hope, and sometimes we are amazed at how alive it is because nothing prepares us for what we will find. We know of the desolation, but few tell of anything else.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I wouldn't recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they've always worked for me." Hunter S. Thompson
Drinking tequila suggestion: Herrudura Silver
Benedictions and Maledictions