Monday, March 26, 2007


“The beer is getting to you”
Naaah!” I slur, a little.
“Come, let’s go home”
As we step out, the maître de calls him aside.
He comes back grinning and whispers.
“Pull up your zip, Pee
W h a t?”
Here, lemme help you” he winks and pulls me close.
The elevator thankfully was empty.


Shreyasi Deb said...

How sweet :-)

DreamCatcher said...


Rambler said...

he he, dont know why, but could not stop smiling after reading this on e:)

DreamCatcher said...

Rambler: life is stranger than fiction eh? :)