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simulacrum of life

Sunday, March 18, 2007

the date

she'd FINALLY agreed to come over. he decided to go all out to make it a night she wouldn't forget, starting with cocktails and then dinner and dessert and the pièce de résistance, himself. oh yea... it would indeed be a night to remember..

things were flowing along smoothly. she'd loved his mojitos, and dinner had been received very well. in fact he was beginning to wonder where she put it all. she'd polished off the entire double chocolate pudding that he'd made for dessert. now he was in his room touching up. he couldn't afford to have her taking a whiff of him and then reeling back and suddenly have something come up. he was a pro. teeth were checked for stains and food stuck between them and he used his extra strong mouthwash to eradicate any hints of the garlic from dinner.

with a spring in his step, he walked over to the couch on which she was reclining. "coffee, tea or me-AAAAAAHHHHH!!!! OOOFF!!" he exclaimed as he slipped and crashed onto the marble floor that he had just polished a couple of hours ago.

she shot up and over to him. gently cradling his head and lifting him up, she asked him if he was ok. there were jolts of pain shooting up his spine but he sure as hell wasn't about to blow his chance. "yea, honey. i'm sweet" he replied whilst grinning (or was he grimacing?) "let me just wash up, and when i get back, we'll have a night to remember" he said as he got up and hobbled to the bathroom. she got back up and sat on the couch and wondered if this wasn't a mistake.

*THUNK* she heard. she looked up and there he was on his back once again. and *oh my god* he'd passed out. she called for an ambulance, which arrived ASAP (not the few minutes you might think, more like an hour later).

****

they stepped out of the hospital, his head bandaged and she with smudged eyeliner making her look like a racoon. as they stumbled along the pavement, they saw the first rays of sunlight emerging. "yea.. that sure was a night to remember" she said to him with an effervescent smile that turned into a giggle which in turn became an all out guffaw. "OHHH!!! my head hurts!!"

thus spake satchithananda at 8:00 pm

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