Author: uberbudgie





I was outside sitting with one of my closest

girlfriends at a table on the porch of Santa

Cruz Coffee Roasting Company, wearing

these huge sunglasses, dressed to kill in

this absolutely gorgeous early 40's influenced

cocktail suit, and having an intimate

conversation about life in general.



We were smoking clove cigarettes,

pouring Chambord (a raspberry liquor),

from a little metal flask into our coffee,

which was otherwise black coffee.



Then, an ex who lives in the area runs up

and says, "hi"!



So, I say, "hi" and go back to my conversation.



He just kinda shuffles around, looking anxious

and trying to get my attention, but I ignore him

because I'm having a conversation.



So, he takes off, and comes back with a whole

bunch of people, and says,



"Hey, these are my friends. I'm number one

on the darts league now".



I say, "That's nice," wave to the people, shake

a few hands, and go back to my conversation.



Then the people kind of shuffle around and go

their different ways.



He just kinda stares at me a little impatiently,

kind of reminding me of Grover on Sesame

Street.



Then he runs off and comes back with about

five or six women who look like Budweiser ads.



"Hey, these are my friends. They think I'm

really cute."



I wave, say, "That's nice," and go back

to my conversation.



The women leave and he just kind of stares

at me again, looking impatient. He pulls his

hair out of his ponytail and smooths it out on

his shoulders. (He has very pretty, very fine

blond hair that is quite long).



"I'm putting on another rave for ______

with ________ next month. You may

be able to go if you don't try to hang out

with me and my friends."



At this statement, I'm pretty annoyed.

I say, "you really don't know me at all

anymore, do you?"



Then I wake up.

Coffee

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