A la amitie
I feel like a (slightly)hungover beach bum....which is exactly what i am!
P and i were chatting online and we were both saying how bored we were. i suggested a midnight beach run.
That's the great thing about living on an island. nothing is too far away in any direction.
he picked me up, we bought a fantastic bottle of Chilean red wine and drove to the beach amidst a fury of music.
he always asks me to bring some music for him 'cause we always have to play the same old shit he keeps on his flash in the car.
So i put some rap on my flah, Taio Cruz, Ludacris, Trina, Diamond, Eve, Nicki Minaj, Timbaland....i even put some Enrique and Ciara on there!
Nighwish, The Subways and The Beatles went on there too.....so we had a pretty eclectic mixture of music falling upon our ears as we wound up that twisty mountain road.
The beach lay on the other side of the mountain, scooped up in a valley.
Coincidentally, there were a lot of crazies driving back from the beach at midnight. We thought that we were the only crazy fuckers who did that sorta thing!! But we guessed that there probably had been some political rally/afterparty on the beach, since it's coming close to election time.
Anyway we arrived, and scoped out the scene from the car for a bit, making sure everything was safe, all the while passing the bottle of wine between us and marvelling at the beautiful flowery taste of it rolling around our tongues and staining our lips.
we finally popped out of the car and relocated in a lifeguard tower, where he left his pants and i left my skirt. Armed, he in his boxers and i in my black booty shorts, we strolled on the beach in the moonlight.
i giggled like a lovestruck teenage girl as the tide came rolling in, creeping up my legs and spraying my thighs.
We ended up sitting on the sand, talking about random shit.
He started to apologize for teenage angsty stuff that happened between us eons ago. But i stopped him with a story.
I didn't want an apology. we were kids, he was afraid, he fancied himself in love with a girl who was thousands of miles away who didn't return his sentiment. And he screwed up the ending of what was an otherwise glorious summer.
Ahhhhhhh....young summer nights, when the salty ocean smell lingers in the air and red wine stains your lips.
Cherish nights where the dying moon looks down on compadres lying on the sand talking about life.
A la amitie.....a longue amitie......
PS: before i got out of the car, i laid one on him....i felt like doing that all the way on the drive home. he got a phone call that really upset him and silence permeated the car. The kiss was partly to make him forget his troubles and partly me fulfilling my own desire. I think he was suprised,because i never do that!. I always kiss him on the cheek, smile and go....but this time.....he says he might fly back to Canada after the messed up phone call...it's a family thing.....sigh...no regrets right?
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