2002-10-29
she liked it hott..
Saturday night in the dingiest of clubs something strange happened. Days later the peculiarity of the incident has only just occurred to me.
You see there was this woman out, dressed as Monroe. Platinum tousled pin curls, busty twinset, red sunglasses, lipstick and kitten heels. Her false eyelashes peeped out from under the glasses as she ordered double scotches.
There was seemingly no way of deciphering her age, as I was too drunk and she was too surreal.
Later on closer inspection she possessed sunken jowls and the most curious oversized band-aid on her left temple.
These were the only two details that defined her as some middle aged crazy who roamed the city nights as Marilyn and not a twenty something subculture girl playing dress-ups.
As we walked out into the mornings blinding first light Marilyn traipsed up the stairs pulling her red suitcase and matching beauty tote behind her.
She bid a hushed 'buh-bye' to the weary but amused bouncers and disappeared into the newspaper trucks and early morning joggers.
and I just don't know if it was delightful or disturbing.
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