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Do I dare show my face back at the table to Nick, tell him about Where’s Fluffy? I know he’s a fan I swiped the last make-up mix he burned for Tris that led off with the Where’s Fluffy track, “Take Me Back, Bitch” God, he reat playlists for her Tal’s mixes for me were all Dylan and Yma Sumac crap Nick could mix Cesaria Evora to Wilco to Ani followed by Rancid, capped off with Patsy Cline blending into a Fugazi finale Although at soresses, I’ll have to reeducate Nick on the poor use of Patti Sround tracks on lovesick playlists Fucking hate them Patti Smith was a poser suck-up, and Lou Reed was just a plain dick

DICK! Did I really ask Nick if he had a name for his dick?

Maybe Tal called it right—I should have been uy besides Tal would ever put up with me

Caroline ht now, but I knohat she would say to ive this a better shot You can do this Bitch, get the fk back out there”

I pick up the black Sharpie pen dangling fro attached to the bathrooraffiti trail on the wall:

The Cure For the Ex’s? I’ain?

I splash some cold water on o back out there and e Only not for Tal For me

7 NICK

I aht reaction This is like a miracle to me

I am as intimidated as fk to be in the VIP section I a the acoustic guitar for “Edelweiss” and twirling her pasties at the sa at e to step out of et her to step out of her seat I know exactly where to put my hands and where to put her body and just like that we are locked together in afor the moment to be

I am not used to this

I don’t even notice when the music ends, I am so in my own music But then the record scratches, the DJ bobbles, the , Norah pushes me away and spits the word nice out at me, then runs to pee

I am not used to this, either But I expect it more

I watch as she goes Tony/Toni/Toné acts as her fairy god- a Playboy Bunny air freshener in the air to part the crowd around the Laydies’ Room (as opposed to the Laddies’ Room, which seems, from the exasperated looks of the people on line, to be currently occupied by a Tantric pair) The nuns on stage have now broken all of their habits, and are parading around in sprigs of what I can only i from the front row

This should divertto a simple, scary fact:

I a Norah

I airl Bunnies I a that I have to earn her s the way she kissed et past the past I could learn fro that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it’s too out there

I could easily start to obsess (or, at least, stress) about this, but luckily another diversion soon joins me at the table It’s Tony/Toni/Toné, dressed now as a priest I mean, he’s dressed as a woman dressed as a priest

“I’e “Is Norah still powdering?”

“She’s the lulu of the loo”