voting for drinking (a lot) and being like the polls
I spent last weekend in a villa in the Hollywood Hills, by the pool, sipping vodka tonics and squeezing grapefruitjuice from a grapefruit that I took from a tree (when reaching for the grapefruit I knocked my head against an avocado, yes, hanging from an avocado tree) Apparently we went out and had dinner at a diner on Franklin, but I can’t remember the eating part, only the numerous vodka tonics and throwing a napkin at the owner (a feisty lady) Waking up I felt a heaviness I hadn’t felt before, a sort of hole in me, that pinned me to the soft bed, under the comfortable sheets (Egyptian cotton, if I’m not mistaken) and made me sort of worried that I was well. I didn’t have a headache, just felt heavy, heavy and strangely dizzy, probably drunk still. I threw myself into the cold pool, the heating was off for some reason, and heard a strong ticking from the pool cleaner that continually kissed the bottom tiles. Tick tick tick tick. There was no stopping that automatic pool cleaner from kissing those tiles. So I got up and lay down on a nicely upholstered sunbed, very dizzy, clearly very drunk still.
And now sitting in my wonderful and bright and simply smashing pad in Santa Monica I’m halfway down a quart of Bushmills and smiling as the election results are ticking in, announced on the radio, seen on the TV, whooped out on the WWW. I’m ecstatic, semi-stupefied, sunburned (it was hot today, 85, at least) and I read good stuff on the beach, some ironic Stendahl and the hysterical Proust (that guy must have been one hell of a bore, so connected and in-tune with his past, his memories. What about today M. Proust?)
So, If I could have voted I would have voted today, and voted well. I’m a hell of a voter once given the voting right and opportunity. Anyway, as the saying is these days, I do promise some more special privy Hollywood reporting as soon as I can get my ass over there and start sampling those bottomless vodka tonics. Must we all pray I don’t fall asleep again.
Yours truly devoted,
Simon Robertson