Catching Up :Friday
Aug. 15th, 2005 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalon Modern Love walks beside me
Modern Love walks on by
Modern Love gets me to the Church on Time
Church on Time terrifies me
Church on Time makes me party
Church on Time puts my trust in God and Man
God and Man no confessions
God and Man no religion
God and Man don't believe
in Modern Love
~David Bowie
Modern Love
~ Me in a Baptist Church. Taken by the lovelybookmonkey211
We're running late and i'm standing here trying to remember how to put on a tie. I haven't worn one since a job interview I had roughly over six years ago. Slices of morning sunlight are coming through the blinds. There's a little white cat peeking up at me from her hiding spot under the bed, watching me with a skittish suspicion. I look at her imploringly and she ducks back under the bed, refusing me any assistance. Neither will the little fat dog who is looking up at me with wide panic eyes, anxiously waiting for me to finish fumbling with my 'leash' so I can put hers on and let her out for a overdue walk. The shower is running behind me, L___ is yelling for me to hurry up. I sigh and close my eyes, going back & deep to summon a memory of my father. He's standing in front of me now, he's still got a foot or two on me, and I'm looking up at him nervously while he loops a black tie over and around my neck. I feel uncomfortable, stupid and small. The way all children do when their parents dress them up. But i'm here for a reason and I force myself to listen to his instructions:
"This is the knot your grandfather taught me. The Windsor knot, named after Lord Windsor...Now you wanna measure it up... give this side some slack... alright there you go.. Now... it's a..One...two.. and over and back through the loop..."
He runs his hand up the lenghth and the knot stops at my Adams apple. I loosen it a little and resume breathing. I fast forward two decades and come back to the muffled orange & grays of the here and now. I look down and repeat the steps he taught me and get it on the first try. A quick glance in the mirror and the suit changes me. I'm Big Rob, wiseguy & enforcer for some nameless mafia faction in some bad made for TV action flick. I look into the mirror and mutter my lines:
"Look out it's the Feds!" I quick draw a pair of invisible pistols out: Bang-Bang-Bang! The suited up thug in the mirror is one big smile, he's got on bullet proof pin stripes & a million dollar attitude. The little fat dog, however, is not impressed by my improv skills, laying down in front of me, pouting with her face tucked between two paws. Everybodys a critic.
L___ rockets up 75 N. She is a test pilot called in to fly while wearing her Sunday best. She drives her truck like she was boxing with a five ton metal fist. She slips and slides in and out of traffic. I'm the navigator, reading outloud the directions off a folded up napkin with smeared ink blotting out some of the words. Try as I might, I can't seem to decipher my own handwritting. We have 15 minutes to get there and the clock is ticking fast. "We'll make it" She says offering no bargining room for the slightest doubt. I light up a cigarette and look up ahead. The blue sky. The white clouds. A beautiful day to get married.
We arrive with five minutes to spare. We check ourselves in the mirror and for the first time in my life I enter a Baptist Church for my friends wedding.
What happens inside is their story really, so i'll leave my insights and descriptions back there with them. This was the first part of my Friday.
Modern Love walks on by
Modern Love gets me to the Church on Time
Church on Time terrifies me
Church on Time makes me party
Church on Time puts my trust in God and Man
God and Man no confessions
God and Man no religion
God and Man don't believe
in Modern Love
~David Bowie
Modern Love
~ Me in a Baptist Church. Taken by the lovely
bookmonkey211We're running late and i'm standing here trying to remember how to put on a tie. I haven't worn one since a job interview I had roughly over six years ago. Slices of morning sunlight are coming through the blinds. There's a little white cat peeking up at me from her hiding spot under the bed, watching me with a skittish suspicion. I look at her imploringly and she ducks back under the bed, refusing me any assistance. Neither will the little fat dog who is looking up at me with wide panic eyes, anxiously waiting for me to finish fumbling with my 'leash' so I can put hers on and let her out for a overdue walk. The shower is running behind me, L___ is yelling for me to hurry up. I sigh and close my eyes, going back & deep to summon a memory of my father. He's standing in front of me now, he's still got a foot or two on me, and I'm looking up at him nervously while he loops a black tie over and around my neck. I feel uncomfortable, stupid and small. The way all children do when their parents dress them up. But i'm here for a reason and I force myself to listen to his instructions:
"This is the knot your grandfather taught me. The Windsor knot, named after Lord Windsor...Now you wanna measure it up... give this side some slack... alright there you go.. Now... it's a..One...two.. and over and back through the loop..."
He runs his hand up the lenghth and the knot stops at my Adams apple. I loosen it a little and resume breathing. I fast forward two decades and come back to the muffled orange & grays of the here and now. I look down and repeat the steps he taught me and get it on the first try. A quick glance in the mirror and the suit changes me. I'm Big Rob, wiseguy & enforcer for some nameless mafia faction in some bad made for TV action flick. I look into the mirror and mutter my lines:
"Look out it's the Feds!" I quick draw a pair of invisible pistols out: Bang-Bang-Bang! The suited up thug in the mirror is one big smile, he's got on bullet proof pin stripes & a million dollar attitude. The little fat dog, however, is not impressed by my improv skills, laying down in front of me, pouting with her face tucked between two paws. Everybodys a critic.
L___ rockets up 75 N. She is a test pilot called in to fly while wearing her Sunday best. She drives her truck like she was boxing with a five ton metal fist. She slips and slides in and out of traffic. I'm the navigator, reading outloud the directions off a folded up napkin with smeared ink blotting out some of the words. Try as I might, I can't seem to decipher my own handwritting. We have 15 minutes to get there and the clock is ticking fast. "We'll make it" She says offering no bargining room for the slightest doubt. I light up a cigarette and look up ahead. The blue sky. The white clouds. A beautiful day to get married.
We arrive with five minutes to spare. We check ourselves in the mirror and for the first time in my life I enter a Baptist Church for my friends wedding.
What happens inside is their story really, so i'll leave my insights and descriptions back there with them. This was the first part of my Friday.
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*pout*
on 2005-08-15 04:24 pm (UTC)But you looked very dapper on Friday and L___ was stunning as usual.
:) *BLUSH*
on 2005-08-15 04:42 pm (UTC)Re: :) *BLUSH*
on 2005-08-15 04:50 pm (UTC)So, is there any chance that I might be able to lure you and L___ out to black bear some tuesday evening for Trivia?
Re: :) *BLUSH*
on 2005-08-15 06:12 pm (UTC)Come September I will try to get out more though, and will be happy to reveal the depths of my ignorance with some trivia.
no subject
on 2005-08-16 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-08-16 02:37 pm (UTC)