This is my October
I love the fall. If you know me or this site, that's obvious by now. The chill in the air, the crunchy leaves underfoot. The hint of death and destruction ahead in the form of winter, but far enough away you can appreciate the beauty of it all, like a sunset before a storm.
Saturday was a pre-Halloween party at my friend Serena's house. Serena and her husband Cody are two of my favorite people in Northwest Arkansas. She used to work at the paper but defected when Benton County offered her a better paying job. Cody mows lawns, drives school buses and some other side business and makes more money than God. The two live in a small apartment in southeast Rogers with a giant black mop of a dog named Body, who I <3 almost as much as Jack. Except Body stinks so that's no good.
I had to cut loose from the party a bit early - I was slated to DJ for ballroom dancing later in the evening but I'd careless forgotten my iPod and jacket at my friend April's house. She lives in Springdale, which is for all practical purposes on the other side of the universe when I'm in Bentonville, so when she told me Saturday she'd be attending a nearby party we took the opportunity to meet up in a grocery store parking lot at a neutral point between us.
I pull up to the Price Chopper and step out of my chariot in the flowing robes of a Roman emperor. My toga hangs over one shoulder, a bit chilly for the evening but I wait as April pulls up and emerges from the car as a Flapper from the Roaring 20s. I take my jacket from her as we cast eyes on our respective costumes.
"It suits you," she finally says. "It seems like something you might wear all the time, if you could."
I look at her. Could have said something about how the outfit suited her, but we both already know she smokes, drinks and is the drama queen sort that would have fit in fine as a real flapper in the 20s. No need to say it out loud.
I mutter something about her looking nice - or maybe I just insult her - it's all the same with this sort, and give her a hug. I have made it a policy, in the last month, not to kiss women unless I'm already on a date with them. Doubly so if they're wearing a thick coating of lipstick.
Then she gets back in her car and heads to her party. I get back in mine and head to the University of Arkansas, where I will spin songs until 3 in the morning with a bunch of sophomore and junior friends of mine from the college. I will later take my friend Amanda to a Waffle House in Springdale, where we will discuss the meaning of the word ambivalent, among other topics. But I don't know that yet, as I cruise down Eighth Street in my car, windows and sunroof open, heater on full blast as I enjoy the taste of autumn.
Saturday was a pre-Halloween party at my friend Serena's house. Serena and her husband Cody are two of my favorite people in Northwest Arkansas. She used to work at the paper but defected when Benton County offered her a better paying job. Cody mows lawns, drives school buses and some other side business and makes more money than God. The two live in a small apartment in southeast Rogers with a giant black mop of a dog named Body, who I <3 almost as much as Jack. Except Body stinks so that's no good.
I had to cut loose from the party a bit early - I was slated to DJ for ballroom dancing later in the evening but I'd careless forgotten my iPod and jacket at my friend April's house. She lives in Springdale, which is for all practical purposes on the other side of the universe when I'm in Bentonville, so when she told me Saturday she'd be attending a nearby party we took the opportunity to meet up in a grocery store parking lot at a neutral point between us.
I pull up to the Price Chopper and step out of my chariot in the flowing robes of a Roman emperor. My toga hangs over one shoulder, a bit chilly for the evening but I wait as April pulls up and emerges from the car as a Flapper from the Roaring 20s. I take my jacket from her as we cast eyes on our respective costumes.
"It suits you," she finally says. "It seems like something you might wear all the time, if you could."
I look at her. Could have said something about how the outfit suited her, but we both already know she smokes, drinks and is the drama queen sort that would have fit in fine as a real flapper in the 20s. No need to say it out loud.
I mutter something about her looking nice - or maybe I just insult her - it's all the same with this sort, and give her a hug. I have made it a policy, in the last month, not to kiss women unless I'm already on a date with them. Doubly so if they're wearing a thick coating of lipstick.
Then she gets back in her car and heads to her party. I get back in mine and head to the University of Arkansas, where I will spin songs until 3 in the morning with a bunch of sophomore and junior friends of mine from the college. I will later take my friend Amanda to a Waffle House in Springdale, where we will discuss the meaning of the word ambivalent, among other topics. But I don't know that yet, as I cruise down Eighth Street in my car, windows and sunroof open, heater on full blast as I enjoy the taste of autumn.
posted by -Brook at 10:59 PM
6 Comments:
wish you could see the fall leaves here. I'd love to see pics of what it's like over there.
I didn't know you had an iPod. lucky bum. :)
they have price chopper there? not to be pedantic or anything, just checking, cuz I thought the PCs here turned into PC Market of Choice, which I know is locally owned now.
you should get a free livejournal account so you can read my entries when you feel like it. usually I make mine "friends only" so some random person can't read it, but just people that I know.
email?
-g
email me, you suck at correspondence, and how am i supposed to visit you if you dont email me?
-g.
*prod*
oh, yeah, and update.
Where is your November? Post!
dude, one more NOT writer.
g.
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