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Midnight In The Garden of Good And Evil
Sep. 24th, 2005 12:25 pmKristy's party last night was more fun than I expected. I didn't get out to JP until 10:00 PM, more than 2 hours late, but everyone was still there and everything was in full swing. For some reason I love seeing two of my social circles overlapping so much now that they're melding into one.
The party's theme was "Classic Cocktails," and I was far behind when I got there. Don made me a fancy martini that rendered me a one-drink-drunk. That's unusual, since I can almost always have 2 or 3 standard bar drinks and not even feel buzzed. This was some sort of superhero martini, I guess. The martini decided it wanted a friend, and I had half a mojito before stopping and hitting the hors d'uvres. (someone please spell that word for me – my spellcheck doesn't recognize it.)
After the party, Tom dropped me off on Mass Ave on his way to another party, where I was within walking distance to my house. Where he dropped me was by a church near Porter that I often pass with interest. The reason for my interest is because that particular church has a gated churchyard wherein lies a very gothy and sinister looking garden of high, run-amok flora so dense that you can't see what's further inside. Maybe ancient stone paths and macabre old gravestones, thought my hyper-stimulated imagination on many occasion. It was slightly past midnight, and I noticed that by ominous chance, the gate was unlocked...
Had I not been emboldened by liquor, I would never have ventured inside. Zombies and Satanic covens don't like their lairs invaded by tourists. But they don't call it "liquid courage" for nothing.
I wish I could report something of urban legend proportions behind the foreboding wall of shrubbery. But after creeping under several low arches in what appeared to be giant 12-foot berry bushes, there's basically nothing back there. Just an empty yard, with ordinary patchy grass, and an ordinary fence on the far side. There was no point in walking around it. At that moment I was also hit with a sobering wave of street-wiseness, acknowledging that I was milling about in a dark, secluded area that was a fine haven for bums and junkies. Mystery solved, I hurried on home.
The party's theme was "Classic Cocktails," and I was far behind when I got there. Don made me a fancy martini that rendered me a one-drink-drunk. That's unusual, since I can almost always have 2 or 3 standard bar drinks and not even feel buzzed. This was some sort of superhero martini, I guess. The martini decided it wanted a friend, and I had half a mojito before stopping and hitting the hors d'uvres. (someone please spell that word for me – my spellcheck doesn't recognize it.)
After the party, Tom dropped me off on Mass Ave on his way to another party, where I was within walking distance to my house. Where he dropped me was by a church near Porter that I often pass with interest. The reason for my interest is because that particular church has a gated churchyard wherein lies a very gothy and sinister looking garden of high, run-amok flora so dense that you can't see what's further inside. Maybe ancient stone paths and macabre old gravestones, thought my hyper-stimulated imagination on many occasion. It was slightly past midnight, and I noticed that by ominous chance, the gate was unlocked...
Had I not been emboldened by liquor, I would never have ventured inside. Zombies and Satanic covens don't like their lairs invaded by tourists. But they don't call it "liquid courage" for nothing.
I wish I could report something of urban legend proportions behind the foreboding wall of shrubbery. But after creeping under several low arches in what appeared to be giant 12-foot berry bushes, there's basically nothing back there. Just an empty yard, with ordinary patchy grass, and an ordinary fence on the far side. There was no point in walking around it. At that moment I was also hit with a sobering wave of street-wiseness, acknowledging that I was milling about in a dark, secluded area that was a fine haven for bums and junkies. Mystery solved, I hurried on home.