Thursday, June 03, 2004
Knobgobbler!
It was a cool night, I had just bought a pack of cigarettes, but could not find a lighter, or match. I pulled my car up in front of the Hall steps, it was the informal gathering place for some people on cooler nights in this small town. I got out of my cavalier and asked one of the guys for a light. She was roller blading by, she stopped for a rest, as I lit my smoke. She approached me timidly, I didn't like her; I always thought she was a snobby bitch.
I don't remember who spoke first, but then, we are huddled together under a blanket, drinking butterscotch schnapps and telling the other what a bitch we had thought they were. We chatted and laughed like old friends, and the rest isn't important.
It's her birthday today, she is 22 years old, and over 4 thousand kilometers away from me. Last year at this time we were drinking and celebrating together in the bar we had worked at together.
She is one of the few people in the world I would sell my car in a heart beat to help, I would rip out a lung to give to. She is one of my best friends, and I miss her so.
She is a feisty red head with a temper which is milder than mine slighty, but flashes much quicker than one would expect. She has an ass that J-Lo would be jealous of, and green eyes that light up when she laughs.
We once called each other down to the lowest in front of another girl who cowered as we shouted. Then we sat down for a beer together less than 10 minutes later, like nothing had happened.
We have both taken turns being the designated driver, one of the reasons I taught her how to drive my car. She is the only person in the world who I have passed out with because I felt comfortable.
I have threatened to kill people who spoke ill of her in my presence, yet have been tempted to beat her head off, a few times as well.
When we worked together at the bar we were a pretty lethal combination, we killed sharks at their games of pool. We danced till the sun came up, and drank till everyone else was passed out. We hunted ghosts, and other mysterious forces, surrounding the area we lived in. We shot off fireworks all over the town and country side, causing havoc in many lives.
We cried over dumb boys, laughed over crazy sexcapades, shouted over stupid nicknames, and worried over pool shots.
Happy Birthday Aileen!
I don't remember who spoke first, but then, we are huddled together under a blanket, drinking butterscotch schnapps and telling the other what a bitch we had thought they were. We chatted and laughed like old friends, and the rest isn't important.
It's her birthday today, she is 22 years old, and over 4 thousand kilometers away from me. Last year at this time we were drinking and celebrating together in the bar we had worked at together.
She is one of the few people in the world I would sell my car in a heart beat to help, I would rip out a lung to give to. She is one of my best friends, and I miss her so.
She is a feisty red head with a temper which is milder than mine slighty, but flashes much quicker than one would expect. She has an ass that J-Lo would be jealous of, and green eyes that light up when she laughs.
We once called each other down to the lowest in front of another girl who cowered as we shouted. Then we sat down for a beer together less than 10 minutes later, like nothing had happened.
We have both taken turns being the designated driver, one of the reasons I taught her how to drive my car. She is the only person in the world who I have passed out with because I felt comfortable.
I have threatened to kill people who spoke ill of her in my presence, yet have been tempted to beat her head off, a few times as well.
When we worked together at the bar we were a pretty lethal combination, we killed sharks at their games of pool. We danced till the sun came up, and drank till everyone else was passed out. We hunted ghosts, and other mysterious forces, surrounding the area we lived in. We shot off fireworks all over the town and country side, causing havoc in many lives.
We cried over dumb boys, laughed over crazy sexcapades, shouted over stupid nicknames, and worried over pool shots.
Happy Birthday Aileen!
