Just a little ditty.
The BFF is here, fixing Old Fashions.
…With a spoon in a glass, she crushes sugar cubes. Crunch, crunch…grind, crunch…stainless steel meeting sweet grained sand.
…A sigh of relieved pressure and soda water is splashed in…fizzing like pop rocks as it meet the sides of the glass.
Glug, glug, glug…bourbon…golden, yellow-brown…clean-edged with no bubble or froth…and a stir.
Suddenly: A circular orange slice jumps in.
…Citrus, the perfect circumference of the tumbler glass, floats on the top, gauging each sip with a kiss on your lips.
Spaghetti, homemade…the kind of left-overs you dream about while you’re still eating it the first night, hit the plates. Steaming. Garlicy. Italian sausage like butter, melting in your mouth.
On the player: Miles Davis: Quiet Nights. A souvenir of Vacation, and travel, and tonight.
…Sliding some butter on a french bread…so fresh it ceeds to the knife with every swipe.
Yummy noises, and noodle slurps resound.
I’m tired…the good kind. From so muchness and doings. The BFF too…from working and life.
We sit in silence as I finish this blog.
“Too tired to try tonight,” I say. “It won’t be a long one.”
“Take your time,” she hums, taking in the vinyl liner notes from the back of her new toy.
…The music fits this. It’s random. It’s kind of never ending. It sort of goes nowhere in particular. I say this aloud.
“You know nothing about Miles Davis at all,” The BFF defends, staunchly.
“I saw this documentary once,” I throw out on reserve. Like that orange slice.
“Okay, so maybe you do know some stuff. But that doesn’t mean you understand his greatness.”
“I do not,” I admit.
…Another swirl of spaghetti on the spoon…the red sauce spatters me at the corner of my lip. I’m too lazy to do anything but leave it there, while I pocket the pasta in my cheek and munch on.
…Sweet, garlic…silver onion…spices I can’t pick out…al dente pasta.
Yes.
…Another sip of Old Fashioned.
“This is yay,” I comment .
“Yes,” The BFF confirms with a drink. “And later: a cigar.”
…I sit back from the table and inhale my guts to rest.
…Vacations.
Everyone should have them.
~D
