Good Night.
From the bumps and lumps and wrist on an ice pack, the limits were pounded and stretched. She just flew in from London, pop the corks on a couple of bottles of bubblie. Meet a smile and a pass at the door, slide up the bar for a cranberry and vodka. The lady is buying. The band hit the stage. Spin like marionette untangled. Punch the air. Flap the wind. Rave on. Dance.
Aftershow lounge and dressing room door, a looney tune or local celebrity on the way through. A few faces from years past. Little interrogation from the usual suspects. And laugh. And laugh. Understand it is a touchy subject. Was drunk. So, today no matter how many glasses of ice water or pineapple juice, am unable to wash down the feeling I said something stupid.
From the bumps and lumps and wrist on an ice pack, the limits were pounded and stretched. She just flew in from London, pop the corks on a couple of bottles of bubblie. Meet a smile and a pass at the door, slide up the bar for a cranberry and vodka. The lady is buying. The band hit the stage. Spin like marionette untangled. Punch the air. Flap the wind. Rave on. Dance.
Aftershow lounge and dressing room door, a looney tune or local celebrity on the way through. A few faces from years past. Little interrogation from the usual suspects. And laugh. And laugh. Understand it is a touchy subject. Was drunk. So, today no matter how many glasses of ice water or pineapple juice, am unable to wash down the feeling I said something stupid.
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i squished it apparently.
sounds like a fun night.
even if you did say something stupid, i'm sure you said it with style.
change is good, sure, but you'll always be Mr. Z to me.