At Ian's Place - Part One I got this house-sitting arrangement with Ian through a mutual. I live at his place when I'm in LA selling art and while he's on tour, which is usually. Like a hippie crash-pad with only two hippies, one at a time. I picked up his keys at one of Cosmo's parties; even then Ian was en route to the airport. "So you need my schedule? Should I email it?" I yelled a little over the music. I was super-thrilled about this arrangement, but the casualness and unknown variables perplexed me, especially in the middle of a party. Did my momma warn me about this? "Yeah, no, there's a guest room. Should be all made up, might be dusty." Ian seemed distracted, maybe feeling awkward, too. "That guy in the pink t-shirt is Jack. He's my manager. Get my address from him. Hey, take care, man, my ride's here. I gotta go. I like your boots." He handed me two keys, no keychain - one for a deadbolt, I assumed
Zilch brussels sprouts, cheap wine and matching my undies in anything but color. Sports bras don't actually come in "sexy." I would LOVE some good cowgirl boots, and I've already got a
ReplyDeleteTexas hat to go with them. Although I'd prefer a ten-gallon, authentic cowboy hat to this one. If I match anything, I'd match the hat and boots, but I've passed the point of some return and am retired now, so it has to be like the birdie goes, "Cheap! Cheap! Cheap!"
I've always done whatever I wanted. And friends sometimes go only to reappear years later. :-)
Thrift stores. Sometimes that's where I rediscover the old friends ;)
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