sugarbabies…

i passed POTUS as he was headed up to the hill…i felt like that fight {read: sotu} might get bloody and mama always said… not to watch boys fighting..it only encourages ’em …so i pushed my sexy european sports car into an illegal uturn and  headed the other way across the bridge …parked her illegally in a  spot near the back door (you just neeeever know when you might need to make a speedy get away)  and made my way into my favorite honky tonk… i ordered beer…  i know i know  but vodka tonics in honky tonks are kinda rude …like cocktail dresses in daylight…. i ordered them for the boy next to me too… his poor little heart {read: ego}had taken a wee beating that day so he seemed glad to not  have to work for it.. no worries… no free rides… he did indeed trade hair compliments  for beers …obviously his mama taught him right….

sooo while i sipped from a longneck…

and discussed the human condition…the degradation of privacy…how you cant trust women… and the price of rotisserie chicken…

i watched boys sing… strum guitars… slap rhythm…

for as long as any reasonable person could considering it was open mic night…

and when i hit the whitehurst freeway i had evvvery real intention of going home… really …. i did….

but when a midnight on the dot (and aunt fern said nuthin good happens after midnight! )text came with just the address of a k st martini bar… and oh what the hell …i am practically ON K street… i decided it was probably fate… and yes sugarbabies…  the night {read:me} prob went straight to hell…  the min  i made that impulsive/risky sexual decision

and i knew it was only gonna lead to trouble…

but i walked right up to that trouble… and maybe i kissed it on the mouth before i sat down… and  maybe i decided that the State of the Union wasnt the only fight worth taking on that night… and maybe  after a min or two he knew that i wasnt there just to play footsie…but to hold his feet to the fire… and maybe he shifted uncomfortably in his seat… but then…he squared his shoulders…acknowledged his flaws…and apologized … im pretty sure my shoulders relaxed visibly… and when the bartender asked if i wanted anything else…

maybe i looked him right in the eyes and said…

id reallly like some whipped cream…

xoxo

Now I’m a little older and addicted to the whip
When I’m chained to the wall I feel mighty hip

~lords of acid

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