gigondas

08/23/07

Downed a bottle of Cava at home.
Got to the Alibi about two minutes ago
and some woman is making a long-winded excuse about how her singing voice
is tired, ragged.

Gaaahhh!! and
finally
she sings

like a SECOND-rate Cher,
froggy and flat-assed.
My Hall & Oates won't be so bad.

Need that second drink.

Tired, too.
Tingling.
A thing or two is gonna happen tonight.

Here's that drink. My turn to sing.



(DRINK
SING)

It's not even faintly ridiculous.
Oh no.
Don't you know

it ain't always this easy.


Happy Birthday, John