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Chris is wearing a silver belt. Even though he is sleepy, even though I only called him half an hour ago, he has finally turned up.
"I had to make up for all those parties I missed." He says when I answer the door and tell him I can't believe that he actually came. He smells like a lot of cologne.
Back in school, if Chris had not been such good friends with The Outcast, I might have had a bigger crush on him. Back in school, he was not as intelligent as I would have liked. It's funny how none of that matters when you grow up.
He takes off his belt when I point to it and say,
"Why are you wearing a silver belt?"
I feel guilty.
Four is sufficient for a party, I decide as our impromptu guests drink beer and champagne, and order 3 pizzas for $7.00 each. There is a cheeseburger flavoured pizza, but nobody believes me. The guy on the phone doesn't know what I'm talking about. I order a barbeque bacon pizza instead, and my cheeseburger pizza becomes a myth.
Stratton rolls, we share and the next day I find that yet again, I have become the resident drug lord. All this because a year ago I was not too intimidated to talk to the scary looking guy from New Zealand, who smiles more now and taught me how to do jump shots. I am screening my calls because I am hungover. I am too old for this, I think.
"But did you have fun?" Gully asks, as he always does. Yes, yes I did.
I stay in the folded out sofa bed all day and watch the races. Gully goes out to put our bets on and brings me presents - the new Ben Elton book, a cookbook, a canvas, brushes and some paint. Presents! And a lime milkshake! We eat kebabs for dinner, Gully drifts off and I alternate between watching Panic Room and an elusive French movie.
We sleep downstairs with the door open so we can breathe in the fresh night air.
I enjoy lazy days.
There are things that need to be done tomorrow. The chapter of the book I am editing needs to be in by Monday, I should do that. We should probably clean the house. But there are other things I would rather be doing, like going to the beach, going for a swim, going to the travel agent or visiting the Estate down the road.
But if someone were to suggest another lazy day, I may just settle for that.
"I had to make up for all those parties I missed." He says when I answer the door and tell him I can't believe that he actually came. He smells like a lot of cologne.
Back in school, if Chris had not been such good friends with The Outcast, I might have had a bigger crush on him. Back in school, he was not as intelligent as I would have liked. It's funny how none of that matters when you grow up.
He takes off his belt when I point to it and say,
"Why are you wearing a silver belt?"
I feel guilty.
Four is sufficient for a party, I decide as our impromptu guests drink beer and champagne, and order 3 pizzas for $7.00 each. There is a cheeseburger flavoured pizza, but nobody believes me. The guy on the phone doesn't know what I'm talking about. I order a barbeque bacon pizza instead, and my cheeseburger pizza becomes a myth.
Stratton rolls, we share and the next day I find that yet again, I have become the resident drug lord. All this because a year ago I was not too intimidated to talk to the scary looking guy from New Zealand, who smiles more now and taught me how to do jump shots. I am screening my calls because I am hungover. I am too old for this, I think.
"But did you have fun?" Gully asks, as he always does. Yes, yes I did.
I stay in the folded out sofa bed all day and watch the races. Gully goes out to put our bets on and brings me presents - the new Ben Elton book, a cookbook, a canvas, brushes and some paint. Presents! And a lime milkshake! We eat kebabs for dinner, Gully drifts off and I alternate between watching Panic Room and an elusive French movie.
We sleep downstairs with the door open so we can breathe in the fresh night air.
I enjoy lazy days.
There are things that need to be done tomorrow. The chapter of the book I am editing needs to be in by Monday, I should do that. We should probably clean the house. But there are other things I would rather be doing, like going to the beach, going for a swim, going to the travel agent or visiting the Estate down the road.
But if someone were to suggest another lazy day, I may just settle for that.