"If I quieted the voices in my head I would face the day with nothing to write."

“The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is that you really want to say.” Mark Twain.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl
Key:
G-Unit=Grandpa
FLS=Favorite Little Sister
Sassy Red head=Shana
True Friend=Laura
Mermaid/Slo/Tripod/Chickas=Shannon 1

Spanish Princess/Tripod/Chicka/Vette =Yvette
#61=Youngest son
Mickey Blue Eyes=Oldest son.
BFTP (Blast from the past)/The last Frontier=gone
Big Jim as himself
Vitamin C as himself
G-Man=Garth/Bossman.

Nick as himself

Thursday, November 1, 2012

We enjoy each others company


The 'non relationship' has progressed to a relationship.
We are fools... thinking we can outsmart the system of how relationships progress.

In the last three weeks we have settled into something. While we are still defining it to ourselves locals have started putting more pressure on us to define it to them. Nick has maybe progressed faster than I have... to succumb to their demands for clarity.

He has been asked numerous times in this one evening and as we leave Marko's and stop in to the Eagles for a game of pool and finally for a final nightcap head to the Pasttime. At each stop he has been asked and he mentions it as we make our final approach to the nightcap. I chuckle and say yet once again. "Why do we have to define it?"


The bar is busy and one stool on each corner is available so we separate and he sits at one corner of the bar and another "couple" set between us. They smile and we share small talk for awhile.

     They ask... the question?? "So are you two together?"

     Nick full of piss and whiskey stands suddenly and blatantly and also very loudly announce's across the entire bar, "Yes we are, we are fucking..we like each other. I'm telling everybody right now yes, we are together and yes we are fucking." I promptly choke on my drink and start coughing, laughing, sputtering... all while blushing.

It appears to be settled now.

Now as it progresses it has become a game of sorts. I gave him a response the other day as we walked to town. "You can just tell people that we enjoy each others company." OR "You can tell people that I like your kielbasa better than Glondo's kielbasa.

stay tuned..............




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