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Easter reviews:
It started late…4 p.m. He wanted me to meet his extended family.
She brought a lovely custard torte. It was adorned with slices of pineapple, kiwi, bananas, strawberries, and a cluster of ripe red raspberries. It was magical ambrosia in my mouth (and I don’t really like sweets). She tasted one forkful and made a grimace. “It is quite horrid.”
He had lost 40 lbs since January 1. He sat next to me even though the host wanted him at the other end of the table. I ate heartily. He did too. His wife asked him if he wanted more. He answered , “no.” He was sitting in a cloud of sadness. I wonder if my dad even went on a diet. Probably not. He was an always-thin man for as long as I knew him.
A lot of old people like to dream about Hawaii. They go there too.
Once the old ones left we all went out on the deck. Rock-star dude made a fire in the pit. He put on Puddles of Mud. Time for campfire stories…
D. was talking to K. …”Cock and money, cock and money, that’s all women want, then it just becomes money.” He reared back and beat his hands on his gorilla chest, “Next time I want to know what they have to offer me. I have my own house. I have $60,000 in the bank. What do they have to offer me?”
K answered, “That’s just material goods…doesn’t count.” (In an earlier conversation she told me that she lives in a woman’s boarding house, has a restraining order against her exbf , and is just getting her life together, workwise.)
K and K said that they worked at a bar together when they were 21. The owner was a Greek guy in his early 40s. He hit on the waitgirls that were 18. The older girls were safe. One night he stayed after closing, got one young girl very drunk and fingered her on the bar in front of 5 other men. The next day the entire staff quit. A month later the bar was shut down. Fucking pervert rapist asshole! Die!
The host sent me home with plastic containers of grilled turkey, asparagus!, and a chili app I was drooling over. Nice!
As I pulled onto my little lane a horde of little boys were bouncing all over in the darkness. The main one came up to my car. “Hey we have been egging the neighborhood. We went up to the boogieman’s window. He turned off the lights and we ran. We threw some at the Mexicans over there.” He took a breath as the other 10-12 year olds accosted my Buick. “She’s cool.” He said to his pals. “She’s my friend.”
“Well your friend says knock it off. The people will call the cops. Damn.”
”Yah. We’ve been watching for cops.”
”I’m sure you dudes can come up with something more interesting. Oh and D. Happy Birthday tomorrow you rockin’ April-Fool guy. I gotta go.”
”Can I hang on your window?”
”No. You fall off and I run you over. Get it?”
”How about the hood?”
”Guess again.”
"Okay guys, lets go.” The troop fell back into the darkness.
That was my Easter 2002. (Actually, I am a lucky girl. I ended up with 3 Easters this year! I LOVE it!)
