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How the Zippo Was Found, and other nonsense...

October 24th, 2005 (11:55 pm)

elitistbill and I were going out on the Town.
I had dug through the closet, finding my little black dress and Leather, fairly quickly
(it's finally leather jacket time in Austin!!!)
but not finding my other obscene steel tipped spiked black pump...

While wrestling around in the flora and fauna that IS
my walk in closet...my Zippo slipped off the dresser from it's hiding place
under a sack of clean laundry.

Apparently the noise I made when I found it,
caused Bill to think I was being attacked--
perhaps by a large killer insect of cat like proportions?
He was puzzled that I did not come racing out the door.

He stuck his head in.
I waved my prize in the air, and he shook his head.

Lesson: Put your shit AWAY Ginger.

We got gussied up and headed for EGO's to catch The RECLINERS,
the reason Bill had deadheaded this way from his business trip to San Francisco.

(Bill looked dangerous. I love it when Bill looks dangerous.
Bill said I looked dangerous. I love it when Bill says I look dangerous.)

The RECLINERS, a band we both love that he hadn't seen in 7 years and me
not in maybe 9... Finally gigging again.

We had the dates wrong.
They play tomorrow night.

We sat down inside the little low ceilinged lounge bar anyway, and got drinks.
Marveling at how much brighter and unsettling the place has become
as a smoke-free zone.

(and imagine the scent an ancient low ceilinged lounge bar might be capable of,
without fresh carcinogens to mask it?)

We'd cabbed it to Ego's
so we drank deeply.
I had vodka and soda, Bill had bourbon on the X's.
The band was alright...The drink made them better.
Bill bought a CD.
The Bruce Smith Band.

I was watching Bruce rather closely, couldn't put my finger on why
he was giving me the warm fuzzzzzies.
They weren't that kind of good.

Bill glanced over at me with that smile,
that I have known for nearly 2 decades.
and said:
He kinda has a Chip Tait thing going on, doesn't he?

My eyes rounded.
Jaw dropped.
I covered my mouth, closed my eyes, and laughed too loudly
even for a small bar with a band playing.

How can he do that? Get it before even I do???
The front man looked a bit--but carried himself even more...
like an unrequited love of a dozen years or so.
I mean, like a very dear, now happily married, Friend of mine.


Now that is a man, who knows me too well.
I love my Best Friend Bill--and I fear him.


Bill cornered Bruce and purchased a CD, Bruce was thrilled.
Bruce got our email addresses to let us know when and where
they would be playing. (oh, Bill...silly monster. Cut it out!)

Then we made our way out, to the corner, to catch a cab home.

Looks like I get to keep my Bill around for one more night!
We're gonna give it another shot tomorrow.

We simply MUST catch Russel and the rest of the boys of The RECLINERS...

A lot of what has been smothering me,
was lifted off my face today.

The Zippo simply sealed it.

And I may be a "Shop Girl" soon...
That could be interesting.

No Jinx, think happy thoughts!


Posted by: Glenn (gev)
Posted at: October 25th, 2005 05:10 am (UTC)
carcinogen burns

Lesson: Put your shit AWAY Ginger.

I keep wanting to tell Meg that.
I mean, even SHE says that things have places where they live.
This evening we had a bit of a mad hunt for her glasses.
Silly wenches, the lot of you!

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: October 25th, 2005 05:23 am (UTC)
Re: carcinogen burns

Bite me sir.

You lose things too.


Posted by: Kathy (hrm_ok)
Posted at: October 25th, 2005 12:00 pm (UTC)

I am so behind..but is this THE ZIPPO. :)

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: October 25th, 2005 12:13 pm (UTC)

Yes My Love...
Your Zippo....the one engraved with the words


has been missing for a month now.
It has been the hightlight of my drunken ravings
and wailing for some time...hadn't you noticed?

I know, you are a busy lady.
And I have far too many drunken ravings.

But it has been recovered,
and with it's magical return--
several other things going quite wrong
in my life--Suddenly righted themselves.

Posted by: emily (tugena13)
Posted at: October 25th, 2005 02:35 pm (UTC)


seriously, i completely understand. a lot of small, insignificant items have emotional significance for me, and i hate losing anything. my zippo is all black, a gift from my brother. :)

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: October 25th, 2005 03:50 pm (UTC)

Mine was a birthday gift from my non-Blood Sister,
carved in it's brushed silver face.

A lot of nights, it's kept me strong.
A heavy little fire maker in my hand--that reminded me
of the fierce love of an Amazing Friend.

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