Night walking, Princess Charlotte, Rasta man and other stories......

Beautiful day, been "hiding away" for too long, time to face the music, time to face "I told you so!", time to hear the inevitable "so what are you going to do now?", time to hear it all, and I am ready, red dress, red lipstick, I am feeling very "wanton" tonight.......ah! there is my friend Maya! In high heels as usual...she'll be crying by the time this night is over.....

After two bottles of wine, the story is pouring out now, in great bouts of laughter, I can not help it, the wine has gone straight into my head and I am feeling great....

"waffy, would you mind if my friend Aaron comes by? he really is fun"

Ah! anybody is welcome tonight, the night is young, everybody is looking fresh and clean...... Aaron has arrived, fresh off a holiday in Bulgaria, welcome back my friend, yeah, life must continue, forget about cheap booze and women, we are stuck here, and we shall be miserable together, Cheers to us!

"waffy is it okay if my friend Charlotte drops by, she wants to go out with us"

Tonight, anybody is welcome, let us drink and be merry, life must go on, there are ....hmmmmmmm......I should give that one a smile.......I don't care tonight.....Charlotte has arrived..... I should call my friend Catherine, I haven't see her in ages, I must tell her of my bad news and ofcourse....good news..

"Catherine, I am at "North" where are you?"
"You fucking bitch! when did you get back from Nigeria?"
"what are doing? Come to North....."
"I am home, in bed, in my pyjamas"
"Come to North....."
"It will take me 40minutes"
"Come, I'll be waiting......."
"Don't fucking go anywhere...give me 40 minutes."
"Come, I am not moving"

Great! It will be good to see Catherine again, I have missed her, I have so much to tell her..... Ah! Pretty as always, get a drink and lets move on, the night is young....

Aaron:" My friend Sam, is coming by, is it okay?"

The more the merrier! I miss SM, I wonder what he is doing? He was such a nice person, sometimes I meet really incredible souls....sometimes....

Charlotte: ....." why do Americans always talk about money?"

This one must have missed the three rules when we go out, "don't talk about religion, politics or money"....what is she on about?......but forget about her....where was I? Oh yes, I was thinking of SM, a wonderful person....Oh damn, everybody has somehow managed to leave Charlotte, she is walking beside me now, I have to be polite...... what is she going on about?

"..... so, my father told Hugh Heifner that he could not make the party and then Hugh called him and asked if he chould send his private jet...."

"this was when?"

"In the 70's, before I was born"

70's... disco era.....anyway, SM was so nice to me, I remember when I said I was hungry and......

"....so my mum used to hang out in studion 54, and she used to meet all sorts of rich Americans, she had hair all the way down her back....."

70's, disco era, Andy Warhol, drugs, cocaine, sex, beegees, yeah.... so, hmmmmmmm, when I said I was hungry, it was quite late at night, I mean everywhere was closed, yet, somehow.......

"...... so my mum was in this limousine with all these rich people and imagine, she was working in a bank in New york and the people in the limousine "owned" banks, imagine that!"

Limousine, banks, New york, musicals, broad way, glamour.....anyway, all of a sudden, he came with a tray, there was tea, and sardines and bread.....it was all too much for me, somebody being nice to me....people are never that nice, going out of their way.....he is probably out somewhere drinking now......Cheers! drink and be merry! life must.....

"........I mean, we are quite well off, but you never see me talking about money! I mean, I know we have money, I'll probably find out when my parents die, but I don't know how much........."

Money, money money, always funny, in the rich man's world, ahhhhhhhh, all the things I could do, if I had a little money.....thats an ABBA song, I loved the video as a kid......ah....yes, SM is probably drinking somewhere...Oh, here we are, I wonder how long we've been walking for? 20 minutes? but there is a long queue...... I am thinking of a song.......

Charlotte: "This is going to sound snobbish, but I don't do queues"

What the hell is the name of the song? Robin Thicke....I want it this way......I want it that way......damn!why can't i fucking get the chorus?.......you wanna roll with, you wanna....fuck! how the fuck does the chorus go?

Charlotte: "If it was a place like "TENOR"(Trendy club),i'd line up, but not this place!

I can't let that song go, what time is it? almost 2.... I'll write my sister.... sms.....what is the name of that robin thicke's song that I like?......hopefully, she'll reply and put me out of my misery......ah! good my phone is ringing......

Waffy's sister: "Lost without you!"

waffy: " abeg sing the chorus, I can't get it......."

waffy's sister: "lost without you, can't help myself, how does it feel, to know that i love you babe......lost with....

waffy: "okay okay, I got it now, thank you jare, good night!"

Lost without you, can't help myself, how does it feel....this night is going to be a good night, I can feel it.......

To be continued....