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Decameron Night [Jun. 22nd, 2004|10:02 pm]
Young Geoffrey
Friday after work found my trudging up to the Future Bakery and Cafe on Bloor Street from Queen and Adelaide, bowed down with the weight of 12 beers and a big bottle of wine, nestled among the printed matter in my napsack. A sweet sweat sheen grew to cover my forehead.

I reached Bloor and found a seat on the patio, only 10 minutes late and no sign yet of Laura.

To my amazement, I didn't immediately light a cigarette, though I did order a beer as soon as opportunity presented itself.

Laura soon made her appearance and we (mostly) managed to keep our hands to ourselves. I kept my drinking to a minimum and Vern showed up around 8:30. After another round, we made our way the couple of blocks to the home of
missnegativity, who was hosting a soiree in celebration of the demise of one Ronald Reagan (may God condemn his murderous soul).

I wasn't much of a party animal that night. Laura and I and Vern kept mostly to ourselves, Laura and I trying not to be too disgustingly cuddly and Laura and Vern getting to know each other, bestfriend to girlfriend (somewhat to my pleasure and a little to my surprise, he told me - while she was upstairs heeding nature's call - that he he liked her). Though I swept a lot of water into the gutter, I did not really participate in the party.

Anyway ...

At some point relatively early, frustrated affection became lustful need.

"G'night Vern," I said, and Laura and I went out into the night, hailed a cab and found our way to my place. It was all we could do not to rip one another's clothes off right there in the cab.

And again: anyway.

We got to it, to the point where ... well ...

Saturday night, I was exhausted and preparing for an early retreat to my bed, nodding to the sounds of live Bob Marley under the influence of a bowl.

When there came a tap-tap-tapping at my apartment door.

Who, I wondered, could that be? Despite the bowl, I opened it.

Bernice, my 85 year-old, orange-haired superindent, stood in my doorway, a hint of a smirk playing her rouged lips.

"Were you," she started slowly, "by any chance moving furniture very late last night?"

"Furniture?" I said, then remembered where my bed ended up. "Uh, well, furniture was moved," I acknowledged, remembering that my bed had moved from one end of the room to the other the night before.

"I had a complaint from the lady downstairs," said Bernice. "She said it soundn't like you were pushing things all over the floor."

I nodded, embarassed. "I, uh, I can make sure that doesn't happen again," I said.

She nodded gravely, then said, "I have another question. Did you have a young lady with you last night?"

"Er ..." At this point, I couldn't help but laugh as I admitted that, yes, I had.

"The woman across the way came to me this morning saying she'd heard all kinds of moaning and screaming coming from your direction. She said she had to scream at whoever it was to shut up."

"I remember that," I said, still chuckling with embarassment under the gentle grilling of my 85 year-old superintendent. "It was pretty hard to miss."

(It was hard to miss: a horribly frustrated and angry voice, screaming, "BEEEEEE QUUUIIIEEETT! SHUT UUUPPPP!")

"Well," she said, now laughing herself, "Try to keep it down, all right?"

I nodded. "I'll put the windows back in," I said.

"Good," said Bernice. "I'm glad your friend was enjoying herself."

I laughed again. "So am I," I said.

And with that, she went on her way back down the hall, shaking her head with bemused indulgence.

I closed my door, embarrassed and proud and went (quietly) to bed.

[User Picture]From: touch_my_skin
2004-06-22 07:40 pm (UTC)
Haha it's nice to have someone else that understands the embarassment (and pride) that goes along with a noisy lovemaking session and the conversations with neighbours/roommates the next day.

I'm happy you two are... well, happy together ;)
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2004-06-23 05:52 pm (UTC)
It's nice to be that someone. And I am even happier that we spent more than 2 hours on the phone last night without once even trying phone sex or even everyday flirtation. I'm getting pretty damned sweet on this girl ...

I trust all is well with you, also. You should call me one of these days when you're in town.
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From: vinegarjones
2004-06-22 07:50 pm (UTC)
Sir you rock...I throw you th mighty three finger goat's head salute to the mighty strains of some big haired 80's homoerotic oversexed heavy metal opus.

This Jeffery says...

Go Geoffrey!

Vicarious male triumphs are well appreciated,
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2004-06-23 05:53 pm (UTC)
Er ... yes.

I think I hear your raccoon calling you.
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[User Picture]From: sabotabby
2004-06-22 08:04 pm (UTC)
Oh, bwahaha! You should have just stayed at our place -- plenty of dark corners and such. Glad you had fun, though.
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2004-06-23 05:57 pm (UTC)
Maybe we should have, but, you know, that was the first time we were able to spend a whole night together. Waking up with - no doubt - a half-dozen activists and their signs wasn't quite what we needed.

Incidentally, what's your schedule like? I really do want you to read Green Mars - and quaff an ale or two in your delightful company.
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[User Picture]From: sabotabby
2004-06-23 07:29 pm (UTC)
My schedule sucks donkey balls, but I can always make time for you and Kim Stanley Robinson.
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2004-06-24 04:24 am (UTC)
It's getting a little late this week, so what about we abuse ourselves (each other?) on, say, Monday?
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[User Picture]From: stolen_identity
2004-06-22 09:21 pm (UTC)
haha, i think that's the funniest thing i've heard all day!
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2004-06-23 06:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I was really pleased when Laura gave me permission to (more or less) quote the email I'd sent her telling her what happened. In the moment I was taken aback, but in retrospect ... well, I think the world of my super - she's a really cool old lady.
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[User Picture]From: sparkgurl
2004-06-22 09:56 pm (UTC)
Lmao, that's the funniest thing I've read in a while...

your landlady reminds me of my roommate in first year college. Only difference is that my roommate was 18
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2004-06-23 06:41 pm (UTC)
She's an interesting woman, and tough as nails (how many 85 year-olds do you know who manage 3 buildings?). And she seems to take a genuine pleasure in other peoples' happiness, which quality I like quite a lot.
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[User Picture]From: vienneau
2004-06-23 06:41 am (UTC)


(and rightly so)

I remember sex vaguely, like a hazy memory that perhaps I just read in a story and didn't actually experience...
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[User Picture]From: oddchild
2004-06-24 05:08 pm (UTC)
mmmm Future Bakery.

hi. you friended me. that's cool, though I'm curious- why?
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2004-06-25 03:56 am (UTC)
I think it was your selection of "Non-euphoneous Words" - they flattered my own prejudices (though I'm baffled by your inclusion of Mary Shelley). If it's not too late, you should (if you want) friend me back before you head up to the glorious North, so I can find out whether or not I should have.
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[User Picture]From: oddchild
2004-06-25 05:46 am (UTC)
non-euphoneous words!! Mary Shelley is an in-joke with my friend. Let me think about friending you. I'm leaving.. now. It may be a while.
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2004-06-25 01:58 pm (UTC)
Well, feel free to check out my words (again?) when you return.
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