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FROM THE WRITER-

FROM THE WRITER-

The other night I saw this friend of mine, he must be 46 I think and I don’t know very much about him except for what he does for a job and even that I’m a bit unsure of. We used to know each other a few years ago. Once I was in Sydney rehearsing a show and I knew he was going to go to Sydney too so I said I’d stay an extra night and get us a hotel and then I got really overwhelmed looking at wotif.com or lastminute or which ever website and I really panicked because there were so many choices, so I ended up paying $700 or something ridiculous for a night in a penthouse in this boutique hotel. I didn’t even like the hotel that much and I couldn’t think of anything to say to him. And some how I’d made it look like I really wanted him or wanted something from him and it wasn’t like that at all but I didn’t know how to explain. We didn’t really see each other after that-or not until the other night- or I don’t think we did. Actually I think we did see each other one more time after that time and it’s a really great story. Anyway, when I saw him the other night I hugged him hello and he went in for this kiss and pashed me and I got confused because I was leaning in for a hug and also because I couldn’t remember if we’d ever really kissed before. And he told me I looked beautiful and I felt confused by that too. Then he stuck his fingers in my mouth and told me I was a good boy and I didn’t care so much about the kiss or the beautiful.