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Sasha

Sasha the aerialist was concerned about Bing-Bong the Clown’s attention of Kira. Sasha had met Kira when both of their troupes became members of the Cirque D’ Ascend. That was about 4 months ago. Sasha and his family The Flying Gorobets were all nimble, graceful with rope like muscles coursing through arms, legs and necks.  Kira who descended from a long line of animal trainers liked to tease and control her subjects. She was known for her agility with a bullwhip and her skill in getting a booming double crack sound from it. With a knowing smile and a confident stride Kira’s authority was never a question. When Sasha first encountered Kira he was both in awe and shaken. He was attracted to her and yet felt tense around her. Sasha’s cousin Oola warned Sasha to balance his emotions and not tumble.  Many had been, and were intoxicated by Kira. Sasha remembers one night at the Blind Cock Pub in White Hills overhearing Loopie, Ari and Herbert discuss Kira. They mentioned the names of other performers who had been “close” to Kira. One familiar name was a clown named Jolly Wally who one day changed his act and name to Woeful Wally. Gone were the belly laughs, now replaced by a performance of introspective irony.  All three nodded in agreement that after Kira and Wally parted – so did his Jolly. Sasha believed at the time that they were all sour because of Kira’s billing in the show. [Loopie did a drunk tight rope act and Ari and Herbert, both heavily muscled, did an intense human balancing act. For example Ari would lie on his back, extend one leg into the air and the larger Herbert would stand upon Ari’s foot while Ari lifted him up and down. There were also many whispers about their relationship].  

       No one remembers the last time they saw Bing-Bong without his make-up. Few even knew his real name; some believed it was Max, others thought Clotaire. When asked for his real name he would sternly say- it is Bing-Bong! His face was a dense layer upon layer of make-up. His pants shiny and stained. Never did his wig leave his head. The gloves a permanent second skin upon his hands. Bing-Bong’s philosophy was that a clown was a superman among men. Bing-Bong believed that, felt that and became that. A clown is royalty. A clown is all you want or nothing you want. A clown could make you laugh, cry and want to protect him. You could be tricked, confused and outraged by him. Or seduced by him. A clown controls.

       Sasha’s suspicions of Bing-Bong’s intentions were confirmed one evening during a very intense part of the trapeze act he performed with his cousin Vasily.

Hank

“The same as any other night muttered Hank.  Different place, but a lot of the same crowd.  Hank approached the evening with a positive attitude...think like a champ and you get a champs rewards.  Told by a sales assistant that orange would highlight the many angles of his cheekbones ...he wore his new sweater.  Hank however did not put up a champ's fight.  Lloyd. Hank was intimidated by Lloyd.  Lloyd had social skills that Hank could only act out in his dreams.  Confident, gregarious, no strong opinions and most importantly the ability to be smarmy without being obnoxious.  Lloyd was holding court.  An attractive blonde named Corinne was running her fingers through his head trying to play with his mind. Lloyd was so cool; he gave her just enough to keep her interested.  He joked about this to Gretchen who let out a screeching laugh.  Hank tried to think of something to say but was drawing blanks.  His head was spinning.  Should he talk about the election?, the recent mudslides?, would anyone care about his promotion?, should he tell a joke?  Too much pressure.  It seemed more and more in the crowd was being drawn to Lloyd and his charisma.  Hank could only stare into his mug, weep and think if orange really was his color.

 

Jocelyn

        Jocelyn was smart enough to realize the value of Derrick’s stupidity and anger. And he dressed very well.  If you are going to play with jerks, at least make it a well-dressed jerk. Derrick was the kind of guy who went along with it, whether it made sense or not. This made him the perfect ploy/accomplice. He felt he was getting something out of it, while that something was inconsequential to Jocelyn. She was very focused in these matters. The phone number exchange had to not only be timed right, but at the proper angle with the correct lighting. The scene created had to get its point across in a flash. It would be an image that would remain active in an unsuspecting mind. It would be reviewed and analyzed again and again. The viewer would question:” Did I really see that”? The images would stick and become the scene that would never end. The eternal late night re-run. It was at times like this that Jocelyn identified with the great German silent film directors.

       Derrick is always ready; his hands reflexing into a fist almost as often as his blinks. The thought of anything going wrong never enters Derrick’s mind. He has no time for that. Derrick feels that “Losers worry about things going wrong. So what if something goes wrong. Just walk away. Keeping walking and it is way behind you. History. There are people like Ed who like to worry about things going wrong. “Let ‘em. Those are the ones who like to keep going over things in their head. What a waste of time. It distracts so much that they can’t think of important things like eating. Or going to Crescent Bay to play the slots. Or driving fast. Or what a fine ass Jocelyn has. And how I am gonna help her out and maybe get something in return. Actually not maybe, definitely. I am just being polite.”

      Rich deserts have a special place not only in Ted’s stomach, but his heart. Ted studies deserts the way an architect studies his designs.  He thinks the average desert lover only cares about the flavor. The statement “it tasted better than it looked” offends him. Deserts have a fundamental aesthetic that must be adhered to.  It needs to look good.  It must have balance and a firm foundation. It needs to have delectable colors. It needs to make a statement.  It needs to have a mysterious energy that sets it apart from other treats. And it needs to have a berry or cherry. Preferably on top of delectable cream.   However, others do not appreciate Ted’s passion. He is snickered at.  And in his quest to be quickly exposed to many deserts, he usually stains his clothes.   He has found that to truly savior deserts, he must do it in private.  Like out by the pool the night of Mickey’s birthday party.  But the joy of digesting his potpourri of sweets was interrupted. It was the image. “Could I be wrong? Maybe I am wrong but it sure looked that way” “What if I am not wrong?” “What if I think I am so right that if I tell someone they would say, that can’t be, “You are wrong.” 

       Ted can have his desserts, thinks his brother Ed.  For him exotic cocktails accessorized with little umbrellas are worth the calories. It is like sending your mouth and mind on a tropical adventure.  The enticing blending of flavors…the intense colors….the crisp sensations extinguishing a warm weather thirst. And the names of the beverages! A Rumble Rum Eruption, a Poco Loco, a Wayward Schooner and his favorite: a Bali Veri Hai.   Jocelyn never shared, as Ted called it, “the lure of the tropical drink“. But she could mix a great one.  It was funny that she never tried one.  She said that the umbrellas, custom swizzle sticks and fruit riding the glass rim made it difficult for her to smoke and drink at the same time. Many a night she would light up, pour herself some red wine and would then create a cocktail for Ed. And then another one.  And then ….another.   Soon the soft hum of the air conditioner became the sound of a gentle lapping ocean and the couch became a hammock .And then before he knew it, it was morning and waking up in the living room.  Friends could not understand the connection between Ed and Jocelyn.  But he knew she was all right. Whenever he woke up after too many of Jocelyn’s cocktails the apartment would be empty.  But a few hours later she would arrive with bagels.

            For Mickey’s party Jocelyn insisted on making pitcher after pitcher of fantastic concoctions.  It was a great party.  Boy, Mickey knows lots of people Ed thought as he sat caressing a frosty Casa Coco Rico adorned with a teal umbrella and fluorescent green mixing stick topped with an octopus.   He was feeling marvelous even though he could not stand.  He smugly chuckled to himself. Jocelyn looked as gorgeous as ever tonight.    While he was not the best looking guy on the block, and never lost the weight he had gained after Junior High, he was smart and knew how to make money.  By adding TVs and snack bars to his chain of laundries, business had gone up by 39%. He turned to give Jocelyn a kiss but she was gone.  She had just been right next to him. “I must have nodded out for a few minutes.  Ahhh the lure of the tropical drink he giggled. Hey Ted! Hey Ted! Come over here. Sit down next to your big brother. Hey…what’s with the look?  You feeling sick? You got to lay off those deserts. Come on, come on, sit down, have a drink and tell me what‘s new.” 

 

 

 

 

 

Dorthea

           Dorthea was aced once again by Heidi.  Heidi oozes confidence.  No one else could have carried off the mask and glove combination with such panache.  Without effort, her ability to captivate is amazing.  Women envy her.  Men are intimidated.  Her hair slightly wild, quads firm, triceps and biceps taut, and her sense of color: lush.  And her smirk is perfect. It was both inviting and powerful. Lips parted in a way that made her seem to know the answer to any question before it was asked. She is knowledgeable. She knows how apply the right degree of pressure. It is the kind of force that lets one know that she is in charge.  And this all comes naturally for Heidi. You could see signs of this when she worked summers at Zach’s Aluminum Sign Shop. When a sign was returned because of a spelling or design error, she would put on heavy duty work gloves and punch the error.  This dent was a sign for all. It said; you made a mistake and I am pointing it out.

           Dorthea was absolutely positive that tonight her look was right.  Years of research, preparation and exercise finally came together.  There were times when her “look” was almost there.  About seven months ago, preparing for an evening of dancing at Little Jo and Big Bo’s, she thought she got it.  The skirt was the right length, hair so shiny it looked like old shellac 78’s, her breasts discreetly yet provocatively displayed in silky white, but her expression wrong.  It was weak, lacking in confidence.  Those who knew her would chuckle to themselves that when push came to shove, there would be no push.  It was all in the way her lips bent into a content smile. Not what was needed.  Even the lizard green lipstick did not help. She needed and wanted a smirk.  The kind of smirk that would let whoever she met know that behind whip lashed eyelashes she knew better. And more. And was capable of more.   Maybe because the look did not have the experience to back it up, the smile was not a smirk.  But one of Dorthea's best qualities was hard work.  When others would give up, she was just getting started.  Maybe it was because of growing up in a large family, she was used to competition.  She went beyond giving it her best. She gave… excellence.  If she lost, well, she tried.  So the smile needed to be replaced by the smirk and she was determined to do it.

          She did the psychical work necessary; stretching, bending and spent hours working on her kicks.  The kicks became so precise that she was able to blacken both of Billy’s eyes when he tried to “help” Dorothea clean the garage. Mutual friends laughed when they asked him what happened.  He used to say that he got hit by a swinging door. Everybody broke up when Eric said “that must have happened going in and coming out!”  Everyone knew the truth which was good for Dorthea’s developing reputation. It was believed by many that this reputation helped get Dorthea her first job as a returns clerk at the local Grand Buy.  With naturally strong arms, customers were impressed by her ability to lift TVs and home entertainments units as long as they were packed in their original boxes. It was at this point that her “following” started. Real hi-fi nuts; men who were always purchasing the latest in entertainment electronics. They quickly became recognizable.  She would see them about every 30 days as the store warranties were about to expire. They would drag in their units, projectors and receivers and watch intently as Dorthea effortlessly lifted them.  Staring as the veins in her arms darkened, they would make little jokes about how the equipment did not match their expectations. That they needed some-thing “stronger, tougher and stylish”.  But woe, to the customer who did not have a receipt.

           And as plans for the evening were forming and Heidi was doing a last minute hair tousle, Dorthea was left to wonder if she really had been giving enough of an effort.  The corners of her mouth curled down. There would no smirk tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

 Red Eye

     Too much food. Guzzling beer. Eating candy. Licking ice cream. Shooting pinball. Spinning around on rides. Smoking joints. Petting Farm animals.  Tongues meeting tongues. Pulling slot machines.  And jerking heads in time to the music.  It was an amazing night.  Every August East Blueview Beach had its annual Festival and 5H Farm Show.  It ran from Thursday through Saturday.   Bobbi,  Skolie, Dennis, Burt and Lara were psyched.  They had gone every night and had a blast. Marvin had gone the first night but got into a fight at the corn dog stand.  He had been drunk and was positive that the guy standing next to him spit in his beer, so he took a swing at him and wound up popping some women in the ear. State troopers had to break the ensuing fight.  Marvin spent the night in jail and was told that if he tried to come back, he would be thrown out on his butt.  He wound up having to do community service by picking up trash along the viaduct. 

     But he had to go back to the Festival.. Saturday night was the all out best.  The Stenderd Rendered Band was headlining with The Tennessee Skies opening.  They had such a good time that none of them could remember the full evening.  Each one took a turn to remind the others what happened.    They were all good friends.  And even though Lara had lived with Skolie for about a year and was dating his cousin Marvin, everything was cool.  These were the kind of times you look back on. They were sure glad Bobbi brought her camera and took pictures.  Except when the photos came back from Del-Mart.  Bobbi used the cheap camera her grandma gave her.  This caused lots of red eye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     After three seasons on the road, the Enchanted Amusements Traveling Carnival troupe grew irritated with each other. Working long hours and forced to live in compact, strained conditions was a combustible formula. Traits once charming and attractive became ugly and selfish.  You could only hear the same story, complaint or crush and tales of subsequent heartbreak so many times.  While audiences saw joyful faces, resentment was the truth.  The old joke that the knife thrower was not a show’s only back stabber, had a prick of truth.  You never know who to trust or confined in.  Night into another night. Small towns blending into medium small towns and cities.  Costumes from a distant looking glittery, sexy and heroic were really worn and sourly pungent.  But like everything else, only when you are in it, living and breathing the life, did you know it.  Viewed from the stands it was all fantasy and courage. The handsome, beautiful and brave. The agile, clever and seductive. Week nights, three performances on Saturdays and two on Sundays, then pack and travel on.

The hours after an evening’s last spectacle, before hitting the road, brought out the worse in these merry performers. It was time to unwind, become real and try and drop the act.  Morgan was visibility upset. Heavy tears swam down colorful cheeks.  Morgan had peeked around the Loony Balloon and Dastardly Dart stall and saw Syndee in intimate conversation with Todd.  Syndee relished all attention and enjoyed the game.   Good or bad, her objective was to be noticed and to hold and twist that attention. Todd, the handsome egoistical lead rider in the Globe of Death was very willing. Syndee was a versatile performer who seductively inhabited her costume. Whether scooping at the Creamy Treat cart or pitching in at the Tent of Terror, she drew a response. Her favorite role was as Countess Syndella, Predictor of Fortunes.  This grand title allowed her an opportunity to be creative and toy with drunken minds. Insincerity… an exhilarating feeling and a quality she was keenly proud of.  Morgan was cowed by Syndee. Morgan had believed there was a connection with Todd after some tequila enhanced flirting.  Seeing them now tightly together was painful. Morgan felt like a gullible fool. 

      Van the Escape Artist always saw himself as a peace maker, sensitive to all. When stress was high, his calming manner and little jokes were a relief. One of his favorite bits was to pretend he was locked inside a bathroom stall and cry out “Help, I am trapped!”    Seeing Morgan upset, he offered drinks and cheer. But the tears kept streaming.  Coleman, gripping his “medicine”, wobbled by on rubbery legs. Van yelled to Coleman to lend a hand comforting Morgan. Coleman, the eternal huckster with a bloodshot bally pitch.  He had been in character for so long, the original Coleman evaporated.  A true veteran of the midway – name it, he did it – even kootch shows.  Now Coleman ran the petting zoo during by day and the popular Dirty Disco Challenge (over 18’s only) late on Saturday nights.  But he never lost his sense of humor. He glanced at Van and kept on stumbling.  Van hollered to Coleman “Got some time for a drink and to cheer up a pal “.  Without hesitation, “I have had seen it all before, and I am not interested in seeing anymore” bellowed Coleman.  He self-congratulatory snickered, and continued staggering away.

Morgan

Math Tutor 

My 10th grade math tutor had a serious set of braces.  Wires, retainer, rubber bands: the works.  I couldn’t understand a word she said.  But it was obvious she was smart and she knew it.

Amber

 

      Amber dreamed of stardom. She was told she had the look and talent to make it. After winning titles such as Our Miss Personable, Holiday Queen of Belvedere Mountain and Miss New Teen she knew she must head to Hollywood.

     Her parents Bruce and Rene agreed. They always knew that Amber was special. They knew it when they both looked at each other and nodded during Amber’s performance in the Carter Public School talent show. At age 6 she sang the show tune classic “Night may be dark, but my days are bright”.  Her performance was so moving one lunch room attendant cried. In the show’s second act, Amber had the audience in stitches when she donned an oversize newsboy cap and floppy plaid bow tie and imitated the great 1930’s comedian Sorrowful O’Brien.  She even recreated his famous “But that’s what they told me!” routine.  From that day forwarded a theatrical career seemed inevitable. It was further confirmed when it was her turn to glisten during the swimsuit portion of the Miss Passion Fruit beauty pageant sponsored by Summer Radiance Tanning Solutions. Although it made Bruce uncomfortable seeing how the men in the audience reacted, he understood that hers was a beauty that could not be ignored. Landing bit parts in films like “The House by Blood Swamp” and “Freshman Winter Recess 3: The Race Is On” made her a legend back home and even more determined to succeed.  Being seen in Nu-View magazine photos “dating” hot young rock star Derek King further increased her visibility as a face on the rise.

      It was just a matter of time. 

Dexter

      Dexter thought he was the special one.  For four months he had been a steady (and he would like to think, generous) "guest" at the Adam-Looking-For-Eve Escort Service and Lounge.  He had tried other similar establishments.  He considered them as clubs because everyone there shared common interests.   Objective: have a good time.  No other clubs had the pizzazz and vibrancy of The Adam.   The loudest laughing, strongest cocktails, and the hippest decor.  And no place else had a chick like Honey.  The other girls were ok.  He would have his fun, his sex and move on.  That's the main reason he frequented this scene.  He did not want any involvement that required following up.  No thank you calls, “What are you doing this Friday?” calls, no stupid arguments about why he was late, why he poured chocolate syrup on his pancakes, and the thousands of other dumbass attitudes he had to deal with when involved in steady relationships.  When entering his clubs he was treated with respect.  Nothing to prove.   He had money.  Good clothes. He worked out.  And he was a fuck'n riot.  He once had Todd laugh so hard while driving, his glasses fell off and they rear ended a Happy Giggles ice cream truck. Which made them laugh even more.  He wanted to be in control and make choices that would please only him.  Whichever one struck his eye.  And never more than two appointments with the same escorter. For them he would not be client... but a treat to be with such a stud.  But Honey was the best.  She was the wildest and he actually found her interesting.  She was a great lay and had this real sarcastic way of speaking to him that cracked him up. He joked to her that Honey was his favorite flavor. "Gag on it" she replied.  He thought of her more and more.  He came to the lounge so often requesting her companionship that Tammy would announce to the lounge, "Honey, your gentleman caller is here again".  Dexter felt that they had such a cool relationship that he could appear at any time and receive his proper attention.  On his Thursday lunch break he showed up and saw Honey lazing on a sofa. He had a little surprise to share with her.  She hadn't seen him.  He took off his clothes and put it on.  His excitement ruined any chance of discretion.  But it did not matter because he was.... Dexter.  Honey turned to see him standing erect.  She snickered and said, "You have now gone beyond your usual high standard of pathetic. Congratulations".  The others in the room roared.  Realization set in that all along she was not joking, but mocking him.  As he turned to shrink away he knew he would have to find a new club.     

 

Jessica and Sebastian

 

     Jessica and Sebastian always look forward to their walks together.  It gives them both a chance to chat and indulge in their hobby of making new friends.  Though not related or married, they consider themselves a relation closer than friends.  When they met (at Wayne’s party) they were thrilled to learn that they both share a common obsession: the beauty of the common man or woman.  And what better place to view such beauty than the flowing exhibitions of the streets, parks and the cities waterways.  An endless parade of both the classic and cutting edge.  Each season adding its own charm. The moodiness of Fall texturing the subject with swirling dried leaves. Winter figures becoming huddled cubist shapes as they force themselves through the cold.  Energized physiques stretching in the Spring glimmer.  But Summer! Oh yea summer!  That is the best time of year for Jessica and Sebastian to savor their objects d’art.  The temperatures causing the “works” to glisten like a varnish finish. And when the heat intensifies, these collectables slow languid movements give the viewer an opportunity to truly appreciate their fine points. 

     Like all great art, they search for that which is unique.  They fancy themselves connoisseurs of the human form.  There are times their viewing reaches points of intense mutual appreciation so fevered that they must possess the object.  They are collectors. Even if it is only for a short time.

Troy

   Troy's desire to impress the other members of the Fraternal Order of Augmentation Agents was as vibrant as ever. He decided to ask Marla in product development to join him for the annual awards dinner.  Troy had his reputation to uphold.  For seven out of eight years Troy brought a new companion.  Each one was a knock-out.  He did admit to having one off year.  His impacted wisdom teeth came in and the women he tried to invite either did not understand him or were put off by his breath.  He wound up going with his cousin’s roommate who came with a stack of resumes and spent the night networking.  But Marla was a real trophy.  Not only lean, graceful and gorgeous but full of brains.  And get this...she had intelligent hobbies.  This would reflect well on him.  He never forgot over hearing Seth say that the only thing Troy could hold in a conversation was his hat.  But wait until his buddies at FOAA hear Marla talk about science, the outdoors, health food and her love of animals.  She was into rock climbing, alternative energy and had a fascination with insects.  Yea, this was going to be a goooood night.

Max and Clarissa

    Max and Clarissa always had to be the first to hit the trendiest night spots. Getting up early in the morning meant 2pm.  4pm was much more sensible. They lived for the (hopeful) thrill and rush of the night scene.

    They were present on the opening night of the pet shop set Really Wild Kingdom. They sipped cocktails at the Ringaleavio Rumroom’s premiere.  They danced into the long broken rays of the morning sun at the LLog Cabin: the legendary nightery that lasted a scant 5 days. Located far along the blue trail in Weeping Mulberry State Park, it was quickly silenced by Park Rangers.  Not because of the noise; it was closed down because club goers trampled and ruined the trails. Visitors did not want to hike (very hard in high heels) to the LLog. Instead they drove or took taxis, which ruined the hiking paths.  Disturbing shrill car horns terrified the forest’s animal inhabitants.  The artificial scent of perfume and hair gel and piercing headlights put creatures on guard against these amusement seekers.  Plus wandering through a forest lit only by moonlight made following trail markings difficult, and led to many fancy attired merrymakers needing rescuing.  And insect repellent.

     Max and Clarissa felt they were the pulse of the afterhours.  The Duke and Duchess of Diversion. Yet somehow they missed the unveiling of Sparky’s House of Sparks.   A powerful buzz was generated after Sparky’s premiere night. A buzz that built to a screech in both of their now beautiful people dented minds.  Hoping that it was not because they were no longer “in the know”, no longer the couple who knew what was hot, no longer the duo whose lifestyle was envied and gossiped about.  It must have been some mistake.  Perhaps they now needed to do a better job of listening to others instead of their usual empty nodding and smiling.  Possibly someone did mention Sparky’s… but they were too absorbed in their looking attractive to hear it.  After all, preening is important and takes concentration.  Yes, that was it, be a better listener! But that would take work. Maybe just act like a better listener…that should be enough.

Max and Clarissa arrived to Sparky’s second night flush with delirious expectations.  A new people friendly attitude to go along with their already legendary visual appeal.  After all, Sparky’s promised “An Electrifying Experience”.  Now with their presence, that promise would absolutely be met.

Constance

   Constance believes the air around her to be rarified. Her scent, an aura that wafts through a room like a luscious potpourri. Her aroma, a pleasure for others. Her perfumes, an announcement; ‘I am here!” Her powders, a monologue that keep an audience in rapt attention.  Her cigarette smoke, an instant impression that encircle and trap all that are near.  So what if others were angered by her bold fragrant actions. They are envious. If only they could exude so lavishly.

   Even if you did not see or hear Constance, you knew she was there. Eyes would begin to burn, nostrils twitch and skin itch. Her presence hovering and then burrowing into pores.

   And after leaving, she lingers like an irritating afterthought. People would remember her.

Tate

Tate had a dilemma. He finally needed to move out of his sister’s basement.  It wasn’t that he could not afford his own place; it was handling the upkeep that worried him.  Cleaning, shopping, exterminator; the usual.   Besides, he was always crashing at his best pal Nicodemus’s place after hitting the bars. Tate would still be living at his sis’s place if it wasn’t for his brother in-law Julius. He told Tate that he needed to move out “pronto” because his younger brother was moving in with his girlfriend.  Julius offered Tate the laundry room as a spot to sleep.  Even though there might be some advantages to this, Tate took this as a sign that maybe it was time to move on.  He was never that concerned about having clean clothes anyway. 

         Tate found a flat on Lantern Street, which was small, but livable. He wanted everyone to know about his new status as a cool guy with his own pad so he decided to have a party.   He got together with Nicodemus for party planning advice. Nicodemus thought about it and then realized he had no advice.  He had never thrown a party.  His place was too small.  Tate asked Boyd, who said “if I had a party in my space there would not be enough room for me to attend”.  He next asked Rochelle who said that her place was so tiny she barely had enough room to shower.  Tate spoke to Paige, Wally and ChooChoo who all said that they never had parties in their apartments’ because there was no room.  Everyone Tate knew pretty much had the same answer. Tate ultimately realized that he had never been to any of his friends’ homes.  They would call each other and pick a bar or club to meet. They were all too hung up or embarrassed about the size of where they lived. Walking home from The Anchor and Sink with Nicodemus one night, they joked about alternative locations for having a party.  Stupid stuff like the fourth car on the number 8 train, renting a blimp, Mount Jacques Cemetery or in the sea.  As they waited by a traffic light Tate noticed workers from Atlantian Power, Energy and Sewage going in and out of an open manhole.  Nicodemus laughed and said, “Man, there is probably lots of room down there!”  They walked about five steps and looked at each other.

        That was about 3 years and 50 parties ago.

        Music sounded great. The thick walls made the bass just thunder. And no uptight neighbors to worry about!  There was never much worry about having to clean up, you just move on to a different sewer.  Except for the occasional vermin and smell of urine, it was perfect.

 

 

Teddy and Roberta

Teddy and Roberta have a long standing tradition of spending New Year’s together. Both are quite popular which gets them invited to lots of parties.  They are fun gregarious types whose exuberance for frivolity and alcohol consumption guides others to merriment.  Roberta’s endearing traits include a hearty laugh, raucous warbling, expressing a dilettante’s taste in chocolates and tight falling hugs. The hugs are especially weighted after Roberta periodically loses her glasses.  There have been many occasions when Roberta’s tilted embraces lead to a crumbled collapse duet.   The next day always brings strong coffee and a recapping of the previous evening. Teddy and Roberta having difficulty remembering the times they have had, but they believe it was fun. People tell them that they were hysterical.