"Martini" kristin fouquet This is my favorite hangover story. A raise of the glass to the inimitable Dorothy Parker. You Were Perfectly Fine by Dorothy Parker The pale young man eased himself carefully into the low chair, and rolled his head to the side, so that the cool chintz comforted his cheek and temple. “Oh, dear,” he said.”Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. Oh.” The clear-eyed girl, sitting light and erect on the couch, smiled brightly at him. “Not feeling so well today?” she said. “Oh, I’m great,” he said.”Corking, I am. Know what time I got up? Four o’clock this afternoon, sharp. I kept trying to make it, and every time I took my head off the pillow, it would roll under the bed. This isn’t my head I’ve got on now. I think this is something that used to belong to Walt Whitman. Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.” “Do you think maybe a drink would make you feel better?” she said. “The hair of the mastiff that bit me?” he said.”Oh, no,
And a more sensual splash of a woman gone wondering . . .
ReplyDeletethere could not be, for a debut kicking its heels
into a site's sense of destiny.
Grace of my thanks to Madam Fouquet
for changing the panache of the colours in the way the lights flashed
from the moment she sashayed into our salon.
Have you a questing welcome spirit?
Then make it your Salon as well ~ WOMEN, LOVERS, FRIENDS & MOTHERS
~ Absolutely*Kate, believing in believers
and the senses of a good classy dame