the following is a tale of epic proportions. unfortunately, my capacity to relay anything "epic" is severely diminished by a hangover. (ooo foreshadowing.)
ah yesterday. yesterday was the beginning of summer. it was also the day we secured a lawyer, who will be, from here on in, referred to as "uncle mark". uncle mark is going to help helen in her quest for justice against the disk in the bikelane.
naturally, we celebrated with happy hour beer at the ginger man. helen proceeded to kick my ass four times at pool. i blame this humiliation on the fact that i was distracted by the jukebox. dj bananie paid three dollars for tunes by patty griffin, madeleine peyroux, blackalicious, nick drake, and jolie holland. so, in my mind, i am a winner.
next, we whisked ourselves across the street to a swanky gay bar called rain. remixes by madonna and everything but the girl pumped through the speakers. the bar was lit neon. bartender matthew served me up a sassy cosmopolitan, as helen learned to play poker from another bartender. apparently, there was to be a tournament later on. i hope that business picked up. there were seven bodies in the building, counting the bartenders and us.
so, onward we went to the clay pit, an upscale indian restaurant, where we stuffed our faces full of nan. one more beer for me. an "arabian night" for helen. (read: gin and tonic, but mostly gin.)
and then we came home to the biggest harvest moon i've seen in a long time. blurry and red and full, it stood unblinkinging in a cloudless sky. what better way to enjoy such wonder than by a night swim? and why wear a suit for a swim in the dark?
our neighbors thought so too. as soon as we got in the pool, there were kenny and rachel and patrick and jordan, the golden retriever, all ready to join us.
"we'll be taking off our clothes to sing," my friend sarah sings, and that's just what we did. building 12 is now, officially a late night nudist colony (which is perfect, because don't really even have to see each other's nude selves). so we swam and swam until we were pruny and cold and the moon had gone behind the trees.
i fell into bed exhausted, and woke up this morning with my typically fabulous hair sticking straight up in all the wrong places. and i woke up with a beer/vodka/chlorine hangover. too much summer enjoyment for one night, i suppose. i only had 5 drinks over the course of 6 hours. i must be headed into that phase of life when you say, "i remember back when i could drink that much and not get sick. now i barely sip an o'douls and i get the worst headache. honey, could you pass me the absorbine, junior?"
ah, but despite the cost of the evening, and a day spent in a fog afterward, i have no regrets. after all, getting to see your neighbor's bright white ass under a harvest moon is absolutely priceless.
Posted by bananie at June 22, 2005 8:16 PM |