Reading (For Dummies)

Travelling, again

Yesterday morning I got phone call. I was asleep, but the ringing was not entirely unwelcome. I overslept and had to be at class in 15 minutes. More importantly, it was Erik.

I receive two types of phone calls from Erik. One occurs in the evening. These are usually more annoying than friendly. They involve computer problems, or hearing his slurred speech as he regales me with tales of slapping celebrity limousines with slices of pepperoni pizza. Then there are the morning calls, which are generally invitations for an exciting adventure.

"Yo, you rang?"

"Hey Reid, Aunt Janet is heading to Paris for New Year's. You wanna go?"

My Aunt Janet is, well, I don't know what she is 'cuz I don't even know her. Our family suffered a self-destruct when my mom's parents passed away years and years ago. I've managed to repress most of my memories of the situation through a strict prescription of alcohol and occasional use of marijuana and LSD. I have some idea of the series of events leading up to the destruction, which I won't outline here. It's not only that my parents might mind, but I get sick of reading about all that crap. I certainly wouldn't want to write about it, especially not publicly.

Jeez, suddenly I feel like I'm writing an introduction to a JD Salinger book.

I thought about it for a minute. Paris. New Year's Eve. Mistletoe. It's called French Kissing, right?

Plus, women with unshaven armpits always turn me on.

Maybe it would be nice, but only if it involves macking it with one of these French cuties and having the privacy to get away with it uninterrupted. But money? Not so nice.

Still.

"Why the fuck not? Sign me up."

Looks like I'm heading back to European Union (for a week). Pray that I don't get arrested when we land.

Posted by reid at October 9, 2003 02:44 AM | TrackBack