He came before Adonis and went directly to the backyard after ordering a martini. I finished up the dinner preparation and joined Mexican Monkey with our cocktails. His little brown eyes, set deep inside wrinkled sockets, sparkled once more. The first round slid down rather well and just as I began making another batch, Adonis walked in. Really lovely to watch his walk and his smile would melt any one's heart.
Now the four of us are back with the chickens with martinis and a joint being passed around. Mexican Monkey has to be so very careful, too much grass and he'll won't be able to control his drinking, too little and he'll come off has un-hip to Adonis. Poor, poor Mexican Monkey, he wanted to chatter, to screech, he wanted to swing and play and order us all about but instead, he had to sit there like a gentleman and slowly drink his cocktail while having polite conversation. Adonis loved every minute of it. It felt natural to Adonis, to sip at his drink, have a hit on the joint and go on.
Not for Mexican Monkey, the second drink went down so fast I thought he might have spilled it. I filled his glass with straight from the freezer vodka and stuck some more olives on his stick. Mexican Monkey was loosing the battle. Another joint went around and this time he looked away, found interest in the lesbian chicken that was so obvious in her demure that she stuck out like a truck driver at a French boutique. He sipped as best he could, he touched the rim with his finger and then dipped it in the icy vodka, wetting his lips before taking an olive from his stick. It didn't work to well, while in coversation with Adonis, Mexican Monkey's eyes grew dark, his glass empty. The third glass of booze was taking effect on him while Adonis sipped at his first drink.
Poor, Mexican Monkey, as much as he tried to remain sober, he couldn't and Adonis went home alone--I think. And Mexican Monkey back to Culver City by himself not quite drunk enough and, I'm sure, ready to get there as soon as he walked in the door.
My heart breaks for Mexican Monkey. And do you have photos of Adonis?
ReplyDeleteI've grown a sudden interest in Hispanic television channels. Adonis, is in a number of commercials for stations in Mexico and plays as an extra on a number of shows. He does have that 'extra' down pretty good and if the chance to get, or possibly a link to a picture of Adonis, I will gladly show him off. I found out he was just thirty. So I spent the night looking for flaws. A shadow of beard perhaps, maybe a laugh line that didn't quite lay flat after the giggle but none came up. I examined his torso, where the shirt lay unbutton, his body is that of a high school athlete in the midst of changing from boy to man.
ReplyDeleteThe dick ain't bad either. From what I could see, the guy is packin' a good size gun and ammo case. And I hate it when they have perky little bubble butts that stand up and say, "Howdy!"
Poor Mexican Monkey, he wants to swing in the trees with Adonis. If only he had the power to grab a god. I told him, Adonis deserves an Italian sports car of some kind and how good Mexican Monkey would look sitting next to Adonis in an Italian sports car.
Mexican Monkey is counting his pesos.