cookie considerations (continueing from the bells)

Broadly smiling I walked back into the city, where the bridge had been revamped and all the lights now had lamp shades hanging over them. I smiled. This truly is My City.My friends were in a bar called Cookie, which I had heard of but never entered. The large Mauri gent at the door did not enjoy the look me, and refused my entry, but Manek used his gift of the gab to gain me entry, and I walked up to the establishment. Michael Jackson played as I walked through the door and I simpered the smile of disappointment. I got myself an expensive and not that nice beer and joined those that I knew, weaving my way past the suits and make up.The Friday night crowd is a scary one. The suits finish work and decide that a drink is their right. They hit the most expensive and badly put together place they can find and then attempt to make drunkern friends with other suits, eventually culminating in a pelvic thrusting dance next to any girl drunk enough to care, in a vein attempt to score, and have a story to tell their smirking colleges on Monday.I found my friends in the smoking area, which was a small balcony overlooking the active Swanson Street. We talked merrily and awkwardly, they were just drunk enough to not make a whole lot of sense, I was sober as a Wednesday, and recent issues bubbled under the surface resulting in silences and strained smiles.There was james and Manek, both friends, and a blonde girl I didn’t know sat in the corner. She announced obvious blonde clichés into the conversations, giggling about how drunk she was, how often this happens, her love of sex in the city, and how she normally begins a day with vomiting up the previous nights brightly coloured alcohol. I could barely care to make conversation with such a normal, and soon after Manek took her to the dance floor to boogie.I stayed with James were we talked about things and stuff. Soon we joined them on the dance floor. I can dance, I make no qualms about it. I got skills. One day those skills may pay my bills. Unfortunately, I care not for the boring obvious chart music they push out there in leiu of real beats. I shuffled and smiled like a good plebe, and started to feel that age old voice in the back of my head. Yes, the cynical wizard was back.The normal (who’s name was Carol or something, we never found out) did a normal dance, pretending to be a stripper to Beyonce, doing that straight legged dip that all good hookers do. Manek seemed drunkenly impressed and I foresaw the upcoming one night stand. The girl attempted to ‘show me how to dance’ which didn’t impress me. Cause I got moves.She obviously wanted Manek that eve, and attempted to pair off both me and James so she could tongue wrestle. She was too drunk to hear me say ‘I have a girlfriend’, and her first attempt to ditch us was with 2 lady boys. Or two women who looked scarily like men. I was texting Heidi at this point begging her to come and not be allowed in, so I could leave. Amazingly, and annoyingly, the bouncer let her in. She was wearing Birkenstocks for monkey’s sake! But she came, we danced, and when the 3rd Michael Jackson song of the night came out, I decided enough was enough. The nameless blonde and successfully paired James with another skank, and had subsequently jumped on Manek. It was time for me to go.I told Manek I was going, and he asking why I was leaving. I told him this wasn’t my kind of place, and I had no money. He launched into a tirade, how I was only leaving because of Heidi, and this used to be my kind of place. Which annoyed me. But I took it as a drunk rant, and plan to make sure he hasn’t totally got me wrong later. Heidi and I walked home and bought ice cream, while I spilled my vitriol about pretentious w.a.n.k.e.r.s.We awoke together on Saturday and had the wonderful Saturday morning spoon and surrealism. Heidi and I are very much alike in humour and thought, we just talk nonsense and it makes sense, and makes us laugh. It’s….brilliant. We listened to Bob Dylan, and I once again realised that my life kicks it old school. Eventually we went to the market and then to her friend Sam’s. Sam reviews toys of an adult nature. And is very funny too. I sat on her couch and watched Heidi and Sam look through various websites. Ever seen two girls one cup? You know the reaction videos? It was just like that. Seeing two girls stare at the screen going ‘Oh…oh.OOH OH OH OW’ was quite funny. And the lines that came out of it were genius. ‘Why is HE wearing a strap on?’ ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t care how sensual it is, it isn’t good footwear’. ‘No, a d.i.l.d.o shouldn’t be attached there’. ‘Oh, it’s his arm.’ And my favourite‘I’m all Donged Out’I left on that one, no way I was gonna peak it.I took Heidi to see the Bells, and we made a beautiful salad to take with us. We also got a tea set and bought some vodka and orange. We arrived, set up, and my friend Claude came along. We talked, and the performance started again. It was brilliant once more, Heidi and Claude were suitably awed and a great old time was had.Manek joined us after and we chatted ad jested upon the simply wonderful life we lead. Then Heidi and I returned home and continued the brilliance. A truly epic day of wonder. A great old time.