Spoilt
Yes spoilt. Tainted. Befouled. Yes...even deflowered. For you see my friends, it has finally happened, I have crossed into a new threshold.
...what? No, get your head on straight...sheesh. Of course I have not eaten a tomato. What are you even thinking off?
No, I have been altered in a much more profound way. And here is the method to that change.
A Mercedes Benz SLK 2001.
You see the other night Bowles and I took a cruise in his father's little toy. It may have been when he hit 200 going onto the highway at midnight...or it may have been when he stopped on the police only u-turn to hand the wheel over to me...but there was a moment somewhere in there where everything changed. I can nevere be the same...
oh wait...I KNOW WHEN IT WAS...when I hit 200 behind the wheel!
Now I am not a car guy, but when you drive on dark roads with moose all about...man your heart just gets pumping.
Now all this said...I have to go back to my Box on wheels Jeep!!!
sigh
We had the Quitls in the Vineyard show this past weekend at the Winery. I ask my readers, how many of you have been hoisted up in the bucket of a tractor to tipsily hang quilts on the side of buildings. Oh wait...my head is extra thick, its sure to survive the fall...
Wow, I really have nought to say. Next Sunday shall improve, promises, promises.
A B
posted by Alan @ 3:18 AM
4 Comments:
I believe that you were not "tipsily" hanging the quilts. It has been done before without a problem and I believe that the driver of the tractor had total control of the situation. It was far more dangerous to be speeding in the car. CBG
Nought to say? If your going to be a proper Geordie its nowt and you can have the same fun in a car down the Big Market. Only problem is some of the moose there would probably do more damage to your car than the big hairy things. Sorry I ment the big hairy things that weren't layden with gold and sporting gravity defying fringes.
Bowles told us about your ride in his dad's car...and about the trouble you stirred up with his mom...really now, you're a quarter of a century old, did you have to bring your mom's into the situation?
I’m sorry there was no elaboration on the subject of the poem. It takes more than a bottle of wine to hammer an analysis out of me. As to my age in regards of the cycles of the earth’s rotation, I may be a few months short of legally drinking, but aren’t we both on the same level, both of us studying to be connoisseurs of the arts at separate universities… At least I’m not being scolded for joyriding…
caitlin
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