After all these years, Chet and Ted had it down to a science. Chet would pretend to read a letter from his Dad, and Ted would start in slow. If something developed from there, well... Betty and Elaine weren't due home from the Junior League 'til 4:30. Some things had never changed, not since that first magic summer at the Charlotte Watson Memorial Presbyterian Bible Camp back in '56.
Well, this picture fulfilling every Norman Mailer/Kevin Kline fanatsy that I ever had.
ReplyDeleteI aim to please...even though I'm seen more Arthur Miller than Mailer.
Delete"seeing". Can't think what that typo was about - submitted long before the Cocktail Hour...
DeleteObviously, I was at least one glass of wine into the evening. Miller was exactly who I meant. At least I didn't say Gore Vidal or William Buckley.
DeleteAnd I'm seeing a bit more Colin Farrell than Kline on second glance.
Is it wrong?
ReplyDeletenothing unpleasant about this.
ReplyDelete"Stretch it out sweetie."
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