Spent yesterday evening attempting to recover from yesterday’s head-spinning, carpet-treading, what-the-hell-to-do first day in new role at monkey job. Only adding to frantic helpless feeling was knowledge that was about to be losing best and most amusing email partner. Was first day of new job for yours truly, and last day at firm for Indie Rock Boy.
Said good-byes, went home and after hot bath, popped in IRB-gifted CD and flopped onto v. comfy bed. Was pleasantly surprised to find that CD was compilation of mostly lyric-free tunes of the post-rock variety. (No, will not be renaming him Post Rock Boy.)
And for the next seventy something minutes, found self laying on bed, nearly without moving, feeling quite languid and decadent and, must say, a bit… in the mood. Intentional move on part of IRB? Am not certain. But am fairly certain that if had only embraced the Inner Whore and invited IRB in on Friday night, would not have spent rest of the night with imagination racing in such a fashion.
Can Indie Rock Boy come out and play? Sigh.
Got to work this morning and smiled to find the following email.
To: H
From: IRB
RE: So long…
Later, darlin'. Thanks for keeping me distracted on email & otherwise here at Monkey Firm.
Lunch sometime next week?
Oh, indeed. There will be lunch.
'Lunch' heh, she said 'lunch'
Posted by: Erin at May 29, 2003 06:31 AMAnd, we hope, there will be "dessert."
Posted by: Texas T-bone at May 29, 2003 09:38 AMGood Lord, do I need an IRB.
Posted by: Dana at May 29, 2003 10:51 AMI want an IRB....well make the boy a man and it's a deal
Posted by: Brian, the 646 Guy at May 29, 2003 12:15 PMvalidated
Posted by: hubs at May 29, 2003 01:33 PMHey, Fish, could you please blog some of your conversations with Inner Whore the way you do the ones with Inner Goddess?
And enjoy lunch.
Posted by: Lex at May 29, 2003 05:25 PM