Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Fool Alice once...

Yes. Yes, I did. . Tiggy. Car. Acupuncturist. Again. Doc told me that my liver is tired. Yes, of course it is. Also that my chi is not in balance. Whatev.
FOUR HICKEYS NOW. Sigh.

Then later that night Tiggy and I go for a walk. Brisk and purposeful. An exercise walk. Usually lasts about 90 minutes, and we always end up at Arlington National Cemetery.

So it is about 9:30 p.m. and we are crossing the Memorial Bridge and it is very dark. We're chatting and I am looking at the ground as I march along, because Tiggy is always tripping over shit and she usually grabs my arm when that happens and I'm hoping to warn her in advance that a trippable moment is about to happen.

All of a sudden, my spidey senses tingle (also maybe because I feel some cobwebby thing latch on to my arm). I glance up and see that ahead of us are three shapes huddled together. Hmmm. Here we are, two people alone on the bridge, in the dark, getting attacked by cobwebs, and walking toward shapes.

"Hang on," I say to my walking companion, "Do you want to turn back?" She, oblivious to everything as usual, says, "No! I want to walk off the slice of chocolate cake that I ate this evening!!!" (She is actually shouting this last bit).

I grumble to myself that she didn't need to eat that crap, considering that she's been on a diet for two years, and she's always crying that she cannot lose those last ten pounds and whine, whine, whine. But anyway, we soldier on.

We reach the shapes and they turn out to be two women and one man. One of the women is sitting in a director's chair, having her face made up by the other woman. The man is standing next to her.

I am flabbergasted! It's the middle of the bridge, it is bloody dark out, and these people are not carrying a flashlight or anything and one woman is applying eyeliner to the other one. In the dark, on the bridge, for fuck's sakes!

As we approach, they look at us and say, "Hey."

"Hey," we answer.

So we move on. After a few minutes of silence, my friend says, "Can two people share the same hallucination?"

Damned if I know.

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