walking up mair street, along the lake, through the pub was the most ridiculous thing i'd ever done. cars slowed down. people waved and whistled. guys said gday to me and complimented me... on my bright red wig, tiny nursing hat, starched nursing dress, tight stockings, and black cfm boots with three inch heels.
balloons, black and silver with tiny stars. cocktails green and red flowing freely. beautiful girls in frocks. beautiful guys in frocks. the velvety night where everything seemed possible. the band played faith no more, otis redding, and van morrison. i danced with a girl with dark eyes and a pink dress. another in pearls and a black slip. then ten others from outpatients, pharmacy, speech and the wards.
i was drunk. then i became sober. the champagne and beers tasted stale. we became split up. i don't know what happened to the girl in pink. lined up to get in a crappy bar. shuffled to awful electronic music. got sick of everything and everyone. and then...
it was three am and i curled up in my room wondering what to do with the rest of my life.
2 comments:
you're beautiful in a bright red wig, little white dress and cfm boots...who cares about the rest of life. you've already lived it up. :) -minnie.
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