By day three of staying together, Tree and I had developed a pretty good routine of hanging out. Apparently, our lifestyle was so appealing that FatGirl asked to join us. Not wanting to crush his dreams of doing nothing – just like us – I told Tree to have him come over.
Being that it was a holiday weekend, it seemed we had been doing a lot of eating and drinking, so when FatGirl arrived, I was ready to actually do something. By this time, Smart Writer had also joined in the festivities. As we discussing possible activities, FatGirl made a suggestion, by way of a question, to me, “Are you wearing panties today because if so we can go to the park.” I quickly explained to Smart Writer that we had all ventured to the park one day and I was wearing a dress, much like today. FatGirl pushed me too hard and high on the swing and the next thing we all knew my legs were flailing everywhere and FatGirl was scarred for life.
Even though I was wearing panties, I opted against the park and suggested a walk instead. After walking about seven blocks, FatGirl asked, “Ugh, can we take a cab back? I’m dying.”
We carried on and, with less than one block away from being home, stopped by Alice’s house. As luck would have it, she and Hot Mustard were enjoying adult beverages with a neighbor and invited us to join them.
We did and it was swell. So swell, in fact, that we had to pull out Alice’s ‘my Swell life’ to notate the ‘swelling.’ We were having a discussion about the difference between religiosity and theology when Alice excitedly interjected, “He’s a writer, an author. He’s smart. Let’s ask him.” It is true, Smart Writer is both a writer and smart, however, I’m not sure being a writer makes you smart or that being smart makes you a writer. More importantly, he was busy being with the first task Alice assigned him, swell life scribe, and didn’t have time to philosophize.
Although we discussed these differences for several minutes, we were easily distracted by other events. “By the way,” Tree told me in the middle of one of the conversations, “Thank you for doing my laundry – my clothes smell really good. Oh, and I found some of your daughter’s hair in my pants today.” If he wasn’t gay and MiniMe’s hair wasn’t incredibly long and everywhere, I might have concern for this comment. Tree then started discussing a couple of guys he has been chatting with and mentioned they had crushes on him, “I knew it before they did,” he told us. “Yes,’ I interjected. “I told him he wakes up in the morning, looks in the mirror and says, ‘Someone’s gotta have a crush on this shit.'”
After a couple glasses of wine, and a summary of the swell time we have reducing the rat population, we left Hot Mustard and Alice’s house. Smart Writer went home to bed and Tree decided to go meet up with one of his crushes, “I figured it was about time. I mean, I came for a book reading and stayed for three days,” he told me. “That’s true,” I replied, “But it’s been swell.