The sumer of 2006 will be remembered as the year Natalie pranced all over Durham in sundresses- white, black, or covered in cats. It will also be remembered for the arrival of "The Boyfriend Shot"
That mob I just mentioned, my merciless friends who would not only kill for me but roast up the deceased and throw a party on their grave, they were quite surprised when in addition to the sundresses I started sporting an openly acknowledged boyfriend. So shocked indeed that we made a game of it. One day, perhaps a Sunday, perhaps a Tuesday, we had taken over the benches in front of the James Joyce Irish pub. Merrily eating, drinking, and enjoying the cool night air. As new people join our table, Dykki announces, shouts really. This is Harris. Natalie's BOYFRIEND.
I look at Harris and tell him I need a shot of Bushmills. He agrees. Hops up to the bar and brings back two shots of Bushmills. Down the hatch they go and I'm ready to join my friends again. Dykki takes in all. Someone else comes up. Again Dykki introduces Harris with a shout Natalie's BOYFRIEND. I look at Harris he hops up and comes back with two more shots of Bushmills. Things get a blurry after that...Harris darling, want to finish the story?
Thursday, March 9, 2006
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