Friday, August 28, 2015

Musical Carpet Ride

Blame it on Pandora, but I've been on a musical carpet ride.
I've been hanging out in Manhattan in the late '80s.
English Beat, Terence Trent Darby, Indigo Girls, Everything But The Girl

This was my kitchen.
Fourth floor walk up, Upper East Side.
My sister was the previous tenant.
I longed for a kitchen where I could open the oven and refrigerator at the same time.
This was how my refrigerator was usually stocked.
I used an Absolute bottle to chill New York's finest.
One day, a delivery guy was out of breath after climbing the stairs to my door.
I offered him a glass of water.  
He bolted when he saw me pour what he perceived to be straight vodka.

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