Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Blue Moon

My head is killing me.

I haven't been able to shake this headache all day.  At this point I think my best bet is to down some Jack Daniels and crawl into bed.  I'm reaching for the bottle when my phone begins to buzz.  A text.

"Are you free tonight?"

I take a swig of bourbon and consider my response.  The whole point of an affair with a married man is the promise of nothing.  No commitment, no plans.  Catch as catch can.  I'm just supposed to be a minor moon orbiting his planet.  I'd say Uranus, but that would be immature.  And predictable.  Much like the expectation that I'm available at any time.  There's a blue moon in two days.  A rare event; the next one on the East Coast won't be until July, 2015.  The whole point of being unique lies in having no like or equal.  In other words, in being slightly out of reach.  Like the moon.

I text back, then shut the phone off for the night.

"No. Sorry."

One small step for man . . .

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

A Dream

Last night I had a dream that I went to Charlie Sheen's wedding.

 When I arrived, one of the Cronin twins escorted me to my seat; I wasn't sure if it was John or Kevin (I think it was John).  My seat was at the front of the church, but instead of being seated in a pew, I was seated at a small table like you'd see in a cafeteria.

 They wanted Charlie to see me (did we have a past together)? 

Then I was at the apartment of four male roommates.  There was lots of pizza all around the apartment, as well as many two liter bottles of soda.

  I wound up on the couch snuggling with one of the roommates.  I can't remember if it was Charlie or not.

Friday, August 10, 2012

A Dream

Last night I had a dream that Warren Zevon was at the cub scout orientation meeting.

  He sang "Werewolves of London".

At one point we locked eyes, and he smiled at me.  I wanted to go over and say 'hi', but I had to get home and clean the bathroom.