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Saturday, May 06, 2006

Melina y el borracho: episodio final

Days pass. I do not hear from Borracho until Wednesday night. I see a "missed call" message on my phone, but he does not have the courage to leave a message. I call him back just because i want so badly to hear the end of the story. Borracho's explanations are the following:

(1) the drinking

wasn't really the issue. Borracho is of Scandinavian descent and can usually metabolize his liquors at a more appropriate rate. The problem was really

(2) the anxiety medication,

which, of course, he hardly ever takes, but tonight he did, and wouldn't you just know it, it caused

(3) a really
vicious interaction with the alcohol, which, of course, he just couldn't have anticipated, except,

(4) well, okay, it actually did happen once before, and he blacked out and
collapsed at a bar and got thrown out by a bouncer, and you'd think
"one data point" (this is a direct quote) would be enough, what with
being a genius mathematician-scientist and all, but apparently that's
not the case. And he,

(5)
doesn't remember a single thing that happened between midnight and 4 AM, having blacked out about half way through the Slaughtered Lamb, and

(6)
is very, VERY, sorry, likes me a lot and understands completely he was a total inexcusable jerk even though he doesn't remember exactly how, and he

(7)
would love to have dinner sometime next week.

Ahem.


Now, on the one hand, I think that this story is so incredibly lame that it can't possibly be a lie. If he's altered this story to make himself look better, he's done a really terrible job of it.

But, on the other hand, someone who would send himself into full blackout mode half way through a great first date, may well be concealing a true story that's even lamer than the one he's told.

But, on the other hand, I've been teasing him viciously via Text Message the entire week, and he's taken it very gracefully. Really, I've been mean, and it's made me a lot better. And so,

(8)
I'm giving him one more try later this week. Weekday evening. No alcohol. No lies. Will El Borracho regain our heroine's heart? Unfortunately, this show is not running two weeks ahead in Mexico (wouldn't my life be easier to navigate if it was!) so I can't really say. But indeed, I am entertained, and really, that's all that I'm looking for right now.

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4 Comments:

At 7:32 AM, Blogger melinama said...

I have told Melina to check for the tell-tale signs:

(a) A slim pocket flask concealed and excuses to go to the bathroom and/or

(b) The smell of sen-sen, tic-tac, or Altoids on the breath at arrival.

Conozco a los borrachos un poquito...

 
At 11:25 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The liquor? The medication?

You're dating Patrick Kennedy???

Bill
(grinning)

 
At 7:43 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

No puede ser!

 
At 6:43 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hmmmm...please let us know how your date with this wereborracho goes.

 

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