If I were an animal, I'd be a fish.
And, if I were a fish, I'd live in the water.
But, if I were a fish last Friday night, I woulda been flopping around, bread-crumbing myself in dust on a wash-board dirt road as cacti and blue-bellied lizards watched on and giggled.
Yes, I was a Fish outta Water, floundering in petty conversations about wedding cakes and bridesmaid gowns.
My gills wheezed as wheezing girls whined about travesties of universal significance.
("LIKE, OMG, I TOTALLY packed inappropriately for this trip! LIKE, I brought ALL of my glittery halter tops, 6 pairs of shoes, but, LIKE, no sweatshirts! Like, if I'da known it was colder than L.A. in the mountains, I TOTALLY woulda brought my new Kashmire sweater! Like, GOD, I am SO lame!")
I tried to propel myself with my fins towards a small puddle alongside a martini glass,
but my attempts were futile...
("Like, -c, who is YOUR all-time favorite wedding dress designer? I TOTALLY love **insert unheard-of, austentatious, French name**'s work! It's SO gorgeous!)
A fourth wedding magazine was opened,
and my mantra was silently repeated for the thirtieth time:
"Oh Poseiden, Great God of the Sea,
let death come swiftly,
Go on!- just chilly-pepper and souffle me!"
In all fairness, I had a great time. I mean, really, what better way for a beached fish to go out than in a jacuzzi with an eclectic group of T.V. show hosts and scantilly-clad models...?
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3 comments:
While I do suspect there were some very unearthly forces at play...., it really just came down to: You know one architect who knows another who knows some people who know some people... and suddenly, you're drinking peppermint schnapps and oggling Javier the gardener....
I love your posts. I just had to tell you that
frustratedwriter- - c'mon now..! I heard talk of glamourous interviews with celebs, fast cars and cotton-candy beauties!
L- Aww...you made my day. Always a pleasure getting a compliment from someone whose writing style is pure inspiration :)
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