A painting is a painting is a painting
Every time i go south, I drive past this art gallery (old house transformed into a showroom) which never failed to take me back to when i was 29. It was barely a one-night thing but the memory was
sweet.
There was a certain someone who took me as her plus one to the gallery. Miserably not wanting to be branded as part of this two-some, i texted Panya to join me mingle with a bunch of artsy people and drink wine. While i let milady mingle with her set of friends,
my eyes began to wander.
There were beds in the garden and avant garde paintings in the living room. People were admiring the bed artfully and the only thought that ran though my head was - wtf?! I think the lady who owned the house must have seen the horror registering on my face watching dem art ppl go "hmmm..." at the bed because she approached me next with a tray of champagne flutes and whispered in my ear, "yes you can sit on it, its not an art piece" - i delightfully turned around and grinned, took two glasses of champagne proceeded to lay down on the bed about to stare at the starry starry sky.
A head popped up in my view - its my plus one.
"Having fun?" she asked
"Not nearly, there's not a cute chick in site"
"Can I join you?"
"Ermm.... (smiles) I'd like my bed vacant just in case Angelina Jolie comes along"
She sulked and joined her band of 30-something crowd.
Another head popped in view.
Bridgette.
"Hey havin fun?" she asked
"Now that you're here..."
"tease! Can i sit?"
"only if you're alone..."
Bridgette sat next to me, we caught up on the years that passed us by. She's with her man and i'm with nobody.
"So how come we never kissed?" i asked - Forget the phone numbers. Not interested. She had to leave my faux bed anyway, I lay down again.
The scene replayed with at least 3 more girls. Its amazing. All i needed was an art thing, a bed in the garden and women tired out of their tiny lil feet wanting so much to sit where i am but daren't ask me. I got up the moment my date's face popped in view again.
I walked away muttering, "This is ridiculous!" - I'm sure she heard it. Honestly, i couldn't care. I walked upstairs to chase the waiters for amuse bouche then ran into more i knew from the years i was blur. I sort of tailed Gillian for a bit, only because i'm smittened. About the 8th flute, I got introduced to an old friend's friend - Michelle.
Michelle is this cute chinese girl, long hair and beautiful smile. She's obviously dizzy from champagne too and I'm just horny. We chatted a bit, laughed a bit, smiled a bit - she said she never kissed a girl - and i dropped my one and only pick up line:
"baby if you weren't so straight, i'd be so lucky..." - i believed, she blushed, excused herself to the candle-lined powder room while i finish yet another glass. I told Sab, babe - you watch my glass, i'll be down soon.
I found myself standing behind her at the johns waiting; i leaned in to take a whiff of her.
Heaven. I said champagnes should smell like you.
"What?" she didn't hear me. The door opened and she asked me if i wanted to go first.
As she opened the door to let me in and closed it behind her, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her. No rejection. Her fingers wrapped around the back of my neck and i carried her up on the sink - and we continued. Sweet champagnes and long minutes later, we straightened ourselves, unable to let go of the kisses. Her date and mine, were waiting for us downstairs - she reminded me.
She gave me her card and went out. I stayed in, opened the can, stared at her name and ditched the card.
What should i have done that night? I joined my date, she joined hers. From across the room we smiled. She gestured to call her. i winked. Panya arrived and another new game commenced. My date huffed and puffed her way back to the car -
and i went home with sweet sweet memories.
posted by Mj @ Thursday, January 25, 2007
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