Friday, June 06, 2008
Tom Collins, Harvey Wallbangers
Another excerpt from Second Day Reported. Thanks for reading!
I have almost drowned three times. The first time was late at night, the summer when I was six years old. My childhood love, Lance, my sister and I were playing in my parents' above-ground pool while they entertained inside the house, the days of Tom Collins and Harvey Wallbangers. In an attempt to show off for Lance, I dove into the pool despite it being shallow, the deep spot being barely five feet. I had an ear infection that sent me into dizzy spells at odd times. As I positioned myself on the edge, I felt a wave of dizziness and dove anyway. Because of the darkness, I couldn't find the top of the pool and spun in circles mere inches from the surface. Lance pulled me to the side where I clung to the plastic sides, gasping.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "It looked like something bad was happening."
"I'm fine," I said, willing myself not to vomit. "I just like spinning in circles." He believed it and in time so did I.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Detroit IS Hockeytown, assholes." Random sign on side of a house
one shot of vodka
one dash of lemon
one dash of lime
one pinch of sugar
Served in a teeny-tiny chilled glass.
Benedictions and Maledictions