I'm documenting it here because I don't want her to forget the school bus that took us from one empty bar to another in search of people who would play her music (a 10-track cd; each track the same song: "Ladies Night"). Or the way the bouncer dipped her at the Corner Bar before she gave the blonde girl a lapdance.
Mel didn't hit her head on the karaoke machine at 1029 Club and get retrograde amnesia. Phew.
But if she had, she might have thought:
How did I get here? What is that sash on my shoulder? What is that purplewhiteball in my field of vision and why can't I grab it? Why is everyone looking at me?
And the answers would have been:
Big yellow bus. Suck for a buck.* Camera flashbulb leftovers. I'm dancing to the smooth sounds of a DiVinyl's classic while my friends sing because I can't read the prompter right now...Wait, are there two prompters?
*Cringe. I freaking hate this game.
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