The first time I saw Rocky I was absolutely awe struck. I remember thinking, "Oh God please, just once let me have a girlfriend like that." Well this time my prayers were answered or perhaps God wasn't paying attention and let one slip by. But either way, it wasn't long after Rocky and I were sharing pitchers of margaritas at Los Portalas in Uptown Whittier Ca. Late night afterward. We walked the empty streets, holding hands, and saying things like, "You do? Oh wow! Me too." As we wandered aimless through the night, we came upon an abandoned shopping cart and took turns pushing each other up and down the hilly avenues of my hometown. Now coffee was a major vice for Rocky, so when we passed a Winchell's Donut Shop it was time to park the cart and reflect upon the evenings events over a cuppa joe. Sitting at our booth alone in the donut shop, I was on cloud nine. I wanted to call everyone I had ever known and say, "Looky who I'm with!" While my mind was occupied with emotions of pure nirvana, my stomach decided to take inventory. Margaritas, nachos, tequila shots, lemon wedges, cigarettes, marijuana, breath mints, coffee, donuts. My stomach made the call, "That's it! Everybody out! Ya don't havta go home, but ya can't stay here!"
I felt the first gurgle, and then the second, "Oh dear God, not here. Not Now!" The sign on Winchell's wall I knew oh so well taunted me,"Restrooms Are For Winchell's Employees Only" My stomach muscles tried a convulstion just for practice. "Ok just maintain." I ordered myself, "Stay cool. You can beat this." Rocky leaned over with a napkin and dabbed the sweat now beading on my forehead. "You ok mejo?" she said in the softest, sweetest voice. "Yeah I'm fi..." was all I got out in reply. Barfing was now an undeniable reality. A curious look came over Rocky's beautiful dark brown eyes only a few inches from my face as vomit came blasting up through my throat. In an attempt to impede the un-impeadable I slapped my right hand over my mouth. However all this did was add a kind of surreal lawn sprinkler effect to the violent eruption of Technicolor yawn. With my eyes clinched tightly shut, my mind screamed, "God You Evil Bastard !"
And just like that, it was over. My head still spinning, I opened my eyes. what was all just a blur at first, slowly focused on the stunned yet still incredibly beautiful face of Rocky. Puke dripping from her chin, cheeks and hair. "I suppose you know..." She spoke in a calm, cool voice, "A goodnight kiss is now out of the question."
Cinsidy