Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I ran up to a woman I'd known from childhood not too long ago. Okay, so I ran into her about two years ago, but whatever. Anyway, she could not for the life of herself remeber where she knew me from (babysat me in the 5th grade) and went on and on and on about her life, her husband the kids. She asked me where I was working and I muttered miserably under my breath "the golden nugget" a crappy little restaurant on the northside of chicago. She smiled and joked about coming to get free food with her two children, and bringng a doggy bag home for her husband who'd probably just spent the last two hours doggy-stlye with the nany. "Oh let's get a drink and talk about it all" she laughed and slapped my shoulder in stupid housewife glee. "eh... sure". We raced over to a little number called "tonic room" hidden deep into the crevices of west fullerton and belmont and threw back a few jacks and cokes. We laughed, we chattered. And then I never saw her again. Until today that is, when she ran up to me, and tried to commision me to join her on a retrate for single women ages 25-35. Apparently her husband had been doggy-style with the nanny. The cruise would be sailing the alantic ocean in search of... eh... I dunno? The ocean, I guess. Whatever. At any rate, I said no, and thanked her and went home to the mirror where I preceded to count the wrinkly frown lines and other aging qualities that plagued my face, then I stuffed it full of ice cream, and watched Marlon Brando till 3AM.
--K