Sunday, October 4

pancakes, eggs and bacon

Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you'd never been
But all the things that you've seen
Will slowly fade away
- Oasis




Amanda showed up this morning, threw a dress on my bed and said " wear that, put some lipstick on and get ready for brunch".

I don't do brunch. I don't do the whole eating infront of people thing at all. But she was so determined I simply got along with it. We went to The milk bar which isn't my style but Amanda is more of a small places and black coffee kind of girl, I think brunch should include champagne, and she had friends waiting there. I was to hung over to object. Her model boyfriend showed up , and I have to say he is more beautiful in person than he is in the pages of Nylon. Amandas friends are artist or musicians that no one now about but they all think that they are one step away from immortality thanks to their "work". I drank my coffee slowly and pushed pieces of bacon around on my plate. All I wanted was to get away from there and when Amanda finaly looked at me after half an hour of kissing I said good bye and left. I couldn't breath in there.

When I got home there were flowers waiting for me with a card and a key. "Meet me at 8, same room as last time". Maybe I will.



Bisous

4 comments:

Sammy said...

If I could traid my life for yours only for a day, I would be the happiest girl ever. I could even deal with all your neurotic behavior for all that decadense.

Audrey said...

Oh ma p'tite poule, if you do - be sure to wear it out. We all know that men with wedding rings just needs the corroboration. It's sad really, young lonely souls tripping on their nerves with our unworn heels and cold knees. Too indifferent to care about the photos in the shiny career wallets, the whiteness if he cares to take it off and the boring routine in bed. Who said we shouldn't have fun while we're breaking ours? I mean, at least pour something else than cheap hotel whiskey down my throat, I wanna feel the strike..
Bisous

belle in arms said...

Sammy: You don't want to, I promise. But it was a sweet thing to say, but.. do you really find m neurotic?

Audrey: who are you? I want you to move in with me, drink red wine and tell me that kind of truths all day and night long.

WJ said...

'Amandas friends are artist or musicians that no one now about but they all think that they are one step away from immortality thanks to their "work"'...sounds like my friends. Bunch of self-absorbed asses. But I still love them, how?!