This Fish Needs A Bicycle

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I bought a box of Popsicles yesterday afternoon, and by the same hour today, they were gone. In contrast, my sore throat was not.

I’d already been feeling a bit under the weather when I traipsed out to Brooklyn in the rain to see the oh-so-very talented Shiv perform at Boudoir Bar. A couple glasses of wine into the night, and I felt all but cured. So imagine my surprise and dismay when yesterday morning, I woke up sans voice and sporting a bit of a fever.

Now, in the past, I’ve been fooled by alcohol into thinking I was more attractive than I was. Funnier. More charming. But never more healthy. It’s usually quite the opposite. Nothing convinces me half as completely that I’m two steps from death’s door than one too many sips of a badly mixed vodka tonic.

The only solid food I’ve had today was a fortune cookie bearing the phrase, “You find beauty in ordinary things.” Fat lot of good that does me at the moment. I’m clean out of Popsicles and I’ve finished my book. Couldn’t it have said something like,

“A brutally handsome man will drop by your apartment with Popsicles and an advanced copy of Season III of Coupling. At 8:30."

That would be lots more useful.

PS. For those who must know, Tim the Australian Tourist called yesterday to say that he was off on yet another leg of his journey (London, I believe) and so, I will have to find something else to pique your curiosities. And meanwhile, if there are any London gals in need of a good… apartment christening… you know where to leave a message.

Posted by This Fish at April 25, 2004 07:57 PM