I was sitting in a high class playhouse theatre in stadium seating on the isle and next to my boyfriend. We were watching a play with two middleaged, scruffy-looking men talking to each other. My boyfriend kept fidgeting and talking and everyone kept hushing him.
Finally he got up and moved away from me to a seat in the center. When he sat down, he ushered me over.
As soon as I got settled into the new seat next to him, he stood up and moved again: this time to a seat next to occupied seats. I took this to mean that he didn't want to sit with me.
He started horseplaying with the guys next to him and everyone in the theatre was getting mad at him, me included.
I abruptly got up and left him there. I went into the hall looking for concessions, suddenly craving popcorn. I met up with an English couple behind a counter. They were arranging exotic desert dishes and tea.
"Having a tea party?" I asked. They were having a formal tea and contributions were going to charity. I was really starving, so I asked for popcorn.
"Oh, no dear. Why don't you sit down and have a biscuit and some tea, I made 'em m'self." The elderly woman told me. They looked amazing. The cookies were covered with powdered sugar dusted strussel. I tasted them and they were amazing.
Then my boyfriend who was now my brother or a cousin or some other relation came out of the theatre with a girl I also seemed to be related to. They wanted to go out on the road.
We got in my car. The guy insisted on driving and we all sat in the front seat with me in the middle. They were obviously intoxicated. I had no idea what they had infused themselves with, but they seemed pretty hardcore. The girl was very beautiful, with an attractive nook of cleavage showing. I wondered how I knew her. She was talking incessantly as one would expect of someone on some kind of amphetamin. We drove for literally hours.
I tried to keep them in line while we drove. They were drinking and laughing. I was sober... the designated responsible one.
I looked at the girl and she had a rolled up peice of paper hanging from her lips like a forgotten cigarette that bounced when she talked. She didn't stop while she dug through her purse and took out a small vial and a compact. She dropped the cocaine from the vial onto the mirror of the compact and remembered the rolled up paper in her mouth long enough to use it to snort the drug and start laughing.
She had her hand on my leg.
The driving man turned around to get something out of the backseat and completely forgot that he was driving. I took the wheel from my seat and steered us back onto the road.
A few minutes later, I saw a cop behind us. I got nervous and wanted to get out of the car. At the same time, I noticed my old boss, Rob pulling into an auto mechanic shop. I tell the man to pull over because I want to talk to Rob.
I jump out and realize we've been driving a big truck. I run to Rob and give him a hug. He says he has seen me parading all over town in that truck all day, and asks me what I've been doing. I tell him about the drug people with me. He asks me what kind of drugs, and I tell him that the only thing I haven't seen them do is shoot heroin. He says that I'm in a mess but I can hang out there with him and his mechanic buddies if I want.
I am glad that I took the keys out of the ignition before I left those two alone.
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 Mona Christensen
Date August 17, 2001
Comment: I went to sleep thinking two things: 1) that I've really grown up a lot in the past few years and 2) that I've been with my boyfriend a long time and it is a wonder he hasn't gotten sick of me yet.
Interesting. I woke up feeling responsible.
Characters: My boyfriend, Rob, an English couple, some relatives who morph into a guy, a girl I don't know
Location(s): A playhouse theatre and on the road
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