Chicken In A Red Wine Sauce
Oct. 20th, 2004 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
waitingmanOh dear...
Is this what's going to happen every time I talk to the Melbourne Elizabeth in my life??
The last time we had a lengthy conversation, upon my return to Sydney a few weeks back - we both, unbeknownst to each other, had just opened a bottle of wine before one of us dialled the other. By the time we'd hung up, both bottles were empty. I mean dry. It happened again this evening... except I had a bit of a head start by having finished the half bottle left over from last night before she rang. The only thing that saved either of us from ending the evening horizontal, unconscious, or at least making noises like one long vowel movement, is that we were on the phone for about 3 hours, so we paced ourselves accordingly.
2/3s of the way through that marathon session, the other Elizabeth in my life (henceforth referred to as Liz to save RSI) begins texting me about potential gigs to see over the next few days (how do Sydney's promoters know when I'm getting paid??!!) & the texted conversation degenerated into verbal abuse & the misuse of frozen poultry for sexual gratification. Whose gratification, I'm not quite clear on, but it sounded like fun either way... Certainly goes way beyond the old joke about the difference between kinky & erotic... All very light-hearted, in good fun & in no way threatening to the frozen poultry section of our respective local supermarkets I'm sure... well... pretty sure...
The end result - resolved on the phone after the Melbourne marathon, is that I'll be seeing Mark Lanegan, Marty Willson-Piper & Dave Hughes over the coming days. So, there's my weekend taken care of.
Is this what's going to happen every time I talk to the Melbourne Elizabeth in my life??
The last time we had a lengthy conversation, upon my return to Sydney a few weeks back - we both, unbeknownst to each other, had just opened a bottle of wine before one of us dialled the other. By the time we'd hung up, both bottles were empty. I mean dry. It happened again this evening... except I had a bit of a head start by having finished the half bottle left over from last night before she rang. The only thing that saved either of us from ending the evening horizontal, unconscious, or at least making noises like one long vowel movement, is that we were on the phone for about 3 hours, so we paced ourselves accordingly.
2/3s of the way through that marathon session, the other Elizabeth in my life (henceforth referred to as Liz to save RSI) begins texting me about potential gigs to see over the next few days (how do Sydney's promoters know when I'm getting paid??!!) & the texted conversation degenerated into verbal abuse & the misuse of frozen poultry for sexual gratification. Whose gratification, I'm not quite clear on, but it sounded like fun either way... Certainly goes way beyond the old joke about the difference between kinky & erotic... All very light-hearted, in good fun & in no way threatening to the frozen poultry section of our respective local supermarkets I'm sure... well... pretty sure...
The end result - resolved on the phone after the Melbourne marathon, is that I'll be seeing Mark Lanegan, Marty Willson-Piper & Dave Hughes over the coming days. So, there's my weekend taken care of.
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Date: 2004-10-20 06:49 am (UTC)