Note
Noir-Note to self,
The next time you go to Florida to visit your mother, don't drink her wine like it's going out of style. If you must, then please refrain from making those dreadful drunken emails and wake up the next morning in that hideous half drunk/half hung over state that is so very becoming.
When she takes you to her favorite restaurant, Sushi Blues, remember to order the lobster bisque. Get the spicy tuna and forget about the seaweed salad (Which was a fine salad, but it was served in a cheeky martini glass which you found awkward to eat from.)
Go ahead and make your way to the tiny dance floor and dance there with your tiny mother. Fall in love with the elderly blues singer with the drips of perspiration on the side of his face. Remember however, that just because he winked at you doesn’t mean that he will even remember your face in three hours. After all, you initiated the wink and thus it was merely reciprocal. Go ahead and smile at the Cuban drummer with the leather bowler hat. Burn that image of him into your mind, the image of him sitting hunched on the bench after the show smoking that enormous cigar all by himself.
After the set is over, turn slowly and face the crowd, standing now, and close your eyes and pretend for a moment that the roar of applause is actually for you. Then put your head down and your fists deep into your pockets. Go back to your table because your Cuban coffee is waiting.
The next time you go to Florida to visit your mother, don't drink her wine like it's going out of style. If you must, then please refrain from making those dreadful drunken emails and wake up the next morning in that hideous half drunk/half hung over state that is so very becoming.
When she takes you to her favorite restaurant, Sushi Blues, remember to order the lobster bisque. Get the spicy tuna and forget about the seaweed salad (Which was a fine salad, but it was served in a cheeky martini glass which you found awkward to eat from.)
Go ahead and make your way to the tiny dance floor and dance there with your tiny mother. Fall in love with the elderly blues singer with the drips of perspiration on the side of his face. Remember however, that just because he winked at you doesn’t mean that he will even remember your face in three hours. After all, you initiated the wink and thus it was merely reciprocal. Go ahead and smile at the Cuban drummer with the leather bowler hat. Burn that image of him into your mind, the image of him sitting hunched on the bench after the show smoking that enormous cigar all by himself.
After the set is over, turn slowly and face the crowd, standing now, and close your eyes and pretend for a moment that the roar of applause is actually for you. Then put your head down and your fists deep into your pockets. Go back to your table because your Cuban coffee is waiting.
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