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August 5th, 2008 · 3 Comments · Memoirs

RENDEZVOUS II

I woke up at the Wild Wild West Hotel. I extricated myself from it.

I checked into the Hard Rock. My room would not be ready for a few hours. I called my ex ex girlfriend’s girlfriend and told her where I was. She drove over to pick me up.

While I was waiting A called me. Someone had stepped on her toe and broke it in LAX, so she left. We agreed to meet in Orange County sometime.

It was approximately 107 degrees. My ex ex girlfriend’s girlfriend arrived. It was good.

NOT EXACTLY LIKE THAT

When I was in Vegas I heard this country song on the radio. A lyrical excerpt follows.

Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And, she can’t stand the thought of sippin’ champagne
No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain’t enough good burn in tequila

That song does not describe my ex ex girlfriend’s girlfriend. (Well, except for the next part that says she likes to drink whiskey.)

I love to get together with my ex ex girlfriend’s girlfriend. A list of our favorite activities follows.

  • Getting drunk.
  • Quickly.
  • Other stuff.

First we had coffee, blah blah blah. Anyways, let me just cut to the chase. Eventually my room was ready in the Hard Rock. It had a great view of the pool. Since it was Sunday, it also had a great view of the Rehab party. That view was surreal.

Of course we took no pictures of it. Fuck pictures. Pictures are for boring people. Plus we were busy making full use of the amenities.

OTHER STUFF

Then we went out and watched Zoomanity.

Then we got drunk at a sushi bar during happy hour.

Then we went to Body English. More on that later.

Like right now. Have you ever been to a club and seen two people getting freaky with a capitol f on the dance floor? I mean like their behavior is enough to make you ask yourself “have these people no standards of decency?”

That was us. And it was good.

The next morning in my hotel room I woke up. I stared at the ceiling. I was hit with a radical thought.

“I love my life.”

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3 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Allen // Aug 5, 2008 at 12:53 pm

    There’s always someone somewhere worrying, “Oh, no. Somebody out there might be having more fun than I am. This is only going to lead to dancing. Oh, no.”

    If it feels good readers know that Ian is experiencing something more intense in every moment than they are. It’s nice that I can rest easy knowing this.

  • 2 Ross // Aug 5, 2008 at 7:41 pm

    Recommendation:
    When it gets to, “My ex ex girlfriend’s girlfriends ex girlfriend” - just use, “This chick I know”

  • 3 Ian Bowman // Aug 7, 2008 at 7:38 am

    Allen - What? I feel like I smoked a bowl or something after reading that comment. I’m in a state of existential confusion.

    Ross - That is an extremely boring recommendation.

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