I almost ate ice cream last night. (2003)
Do you remember the early-aughts? I do. I’m unearthing my Blogger archives for a curated, musical trip through the original digital spiral.
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Cookies and cream.
About once a week I almost do something to mess up my relationship with GV. I almost go skiing, I almost drown in a glass wine, I almost fall down a hole I’d dug years ago and forgot was there.
Last night, as I tread wine in my local hotel watering hole with AL, my cute slide phone LA-LA-LA’d. It was POE. He was buying ice cream.
“What kind?”, I slurred
“Cookie’s N’ Cream”, he replied
“Mmmmm...”, I hummed just a moment too long to mean anything but...”that sounds good.”
“Wanna come over and eat some with me?”
I thought about it. Really hard. Like hard. Drunk hard. Why not? Who would know? Certainly not GV. I wouldn’t tell. POE wouldn’t tell. Who would tell? Could GV tell that I was thinking about it?
“No thanks,” I let out with a wine soaked sigh.
“I knew you’d say that.”
He thinks he’s so good with the reverse psychology. I was still thinking about it. He was being smart. I was thinking dumb.
I walked with AL to the bodega to get money for a cab. Swaying down the avenue, I pushed my heel through every subway grate. I stubbed my toe on every curb. Got the money and rushed AL into a taxi.
“Lub you. Get home safe” I yelled to her downtown cab. I was going uptown. I was still thinking.
It was biting cold outside and the wind kept pushing open my tweed coat and hugging my middle to shivers. The car lights blurred past me. I couldn’t tell a cab from a yellow Ford Taurus. I’d have to take the train. It was too cold to stand outside and hope a cab found me. It was too cold to walk more than a block in any direction. It was just too cold for ice cream.
Plus, I had to poop.
—posted by City Doll