this is not about queen city

Last night I somehow ended up in Kelly’s car, driving to PA. I guess she talked me into going for coffee in celebration of my birthday. Four months late. She’s a smooth talker,that one. It took an amazingly long time to get where we were going. When we finally did get there, we sat in the front, so we could see him when he arrived. We got comfortable. No coffee came. Visited the smoking section occasionally. They assured me he would be there. Then someone shut the lights off, and candle light filled the room. Strange, I thought. Everyone began singing Happy Birthday. I didn’t think for a moment it was for me. It wasn’t. They were singing to Chris, the busboy. Not surprisingly, he seemed rather peeved. That was done and we were still waiting. He never did show up. The sun came up and we decided to leave. I went out to the car where I waited for Kelly. There, also waiting by the car was Julie. We exchanged what-are-you-doing-here’s and found that we were both waiting for Kelly to come out. When she came out of the diner, she had cut off her hair.

c.2001

~ by ineffable infinitude on January 3, 2008.