Date: Wed, 9 Jul 1997 21:16:36 -0400 From: Judy Ray Subject: Re: INT: PAPP: Dresses and prizes At 09:04 PM 7/9/97 -0400, you wrote: >Meanwhile, Dustin, still woozy from a terrible case of >'net withdrawal, slowly ambles into Dwayne's with Rqy >and Xiao Da Shing Shing. > >"I can't figure out how this Summer Writing Contest came >and went so quickly," he said. "It seems like only yesterday >we were having the Valentine's Day contest and before that >the Halloween contest." > >"Don't sweat it," Xiao chirped. "It's all circular. It'll get back >around before you know it." He fluttered over to the bar and >ordered a round of drinks for the trio. "Suck down a couple >brews and let's find the ladies." > >Dwayne dropped three beers and a handful of sunflower >seeds on the bar, then disappeared... a sly grin on his >face. > >"What was that all about?" Rqy wondered. Judy strides out of the ladies' room first, resplendent in her aqua gown, with the daring plunging neckline and the demure little pink roses on it, giving mixed messages all around. Will she or won't she? Is she or isn't she? Only she knows and she ain't tellin'. She walks over to the bar, sits herself down and orders a tequila, with lime and salt. Rqy's nostrils flare slightly at the scent of lime and the faint odor of Chili and Lime Tostitos which she has cleverly managed to give off by tucking a couple of those abominations into her hair. She looks around, no Phanny or Woof yet, she's the only woman in the place. "Hmmm,", she thinks, "just my kinda night." Just then, she sees Dustin, looking a little woozy, sitting beside Rqy and Xiao de Shing Shing. "Shing us a little shong, Dustin", she says, getting just tad woozy herself after the large shot of tequila Dwayne has served her. "Another shot, Dwayne!" she demands. "It's gonna be one of *those* nights!". ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Poets of course are even more unpredictable than other writers, overwhelmed as they are by the moment they inhabit and finding it difficult to connect yesterday with tomorrow. Karl Shapiro, _Reports of my Death_,1990.