Sent: 8/7/2001 10:43 PM
Ready thrill seekers? Just wait until you hop on-board the rollercoaster that was my night. I got stood up.
Oh. Yes. Well, I guess that doesn't sound much like a rollercoaster; however, if you were on the ride Emotions (wow, they really should name a Six Flags Rollercoaster that - what's with the "Screaming this" or the "Wild that" - just call it EMOTIONS: The ride of a lifetime; I can see the crowd gathered at that line now), anyway, you would have experienced the night much differently than just "stood up".
After realizing he wasn't coming, waiting for him at a little bar called Saints very near
The room was faded with damp red. I looked towards the door, wow, it was getting dusk so early now. It must mean fall is on the way. Time is flying. "Yep, looks that way." He brought me a free drink. "You know what? It may sound cliche, but I have to say that it's HE'S loss!" Charming. Too bad it was said with just a tiny hint too much cheese. I tasted it. Gross. And no, naive or lack-of-confidence, he wasn't talking about getting a monetary gift from me.
I laughed it off and began to strum through the Daily News. By the way, side note: Did you know that there was a shark attack at one of the Long Island Beaches, that Bill Clinton is going to make out on this whole presidency thing-a-ma-jig with a lot of disposable income, that a drunk driver, (who happened to be NYPD), ran into and killed a pregnant women and her to-be-born infant; then let out on the "honor system" with NO BAIL? Wow, lots of stuff going on here in NYC. Who knew?
I looked up to see Dan peeling a lemon with a knife. He grinned. "Wanna play me in pool; loser has to strip?" Was this guy serious? "I'm a bad pool player," I said sipping an Original Sin Cider. "Me too," he said shrugging his shoulders. Yep, he was definitely NOT going to be good at pool. Suddenly confident in my quite ameteurish pool playing abilities, I said okay.
Cutting to the chase, he lost. I was happy. . . . I was disappointed. Since he lost, JEREMY was going to have to STRIP. Ugh. He pulled up his shirt to expose his actually very, very nice stomach and was then fortunately interupted. An older black woman walked into the bar. Jeremy smiled and then started walking towards the bar. "We'll finish this later." With his wink, my mind screamed OH REALLY? Now that was hilarious.
"Bye, Jeremy." : Was I could say as I left the bar.
Ahhhh, my life. What a bed of roses.
And to you that are out there saying, Well,
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POP QUIZ #1 : Sarah Vaughn seems to have felt the songs she sings more than Ella Fitzgerald. Take a listen and let me know what YOU think...
