after sharing a bottle of champagne with the others, i went downstairs to my room feeling the need to hear a particular song. although i wasn’t thinking of you at the time, it was the same song i had blaring out the boses on the way home after our blue mesa kiss-fest: you with your super-cool black leather jacket and long, long, blonde hair to die for, and my blonde hair, only just hacked off. in the champagne cloud downstairs, i lost track of the number of times i replayed that particular song, but the cloud eventually led me to your memory
the night of blue mesa. it was foggy that night, driving to my place, you following. i flicked the fog lights switch on the cadi. it with its super-cool deep gloss black paint and sleek sts style and power that kills, and me feeling undeserving to own such a beautiful beast. i was high on the i-190 overpass to jupiter with track eight of kenny wayne’s trouble is cranked up and replaying over and over until i lost track of the number of times.
at my apartment, eventually i got to the ritual of applying the miracle nighttime stuff to my eyes which required a quick, patting motion with one finger. you were leaned against the wall in the hall outside the bathroom watching me pat, pat, and you asked me if i had a nervous condition. we laughed. it had been awhile since round one, or two, since what i call first laying eyes on one another and what you call dating. of all the details of us, i can never remember the number of rounds. that or your birthday.
anyway, i remember trying to do my lockdown thing on you the day after blue mesa, and you would have none of it. but you stayed with me that day as long as you could before your let-me-out scream would crescendo to insufferable. and after you’d left, i sat alone in the aftershock, replaying an old tape in my head until i lost track of the number of times. and thus began the many lessons i would learn about love, truth, me. courtesy of you.
Blue mesa grill photo from http://www.bestofvegas.com/Restaurants/Mesa_Grill/images/mesa-grill-restaurant-las-vegas-exterior.jpg.