It was pretty early and I was too awake to go to bed. If there's one thing I hate to do then its going to bed when i'm not even tired. I went into the bathroom and changed my shirt and washed. I thought i'd go down to the Lavender room and have a look what the hell was going on. By the way, it was a nightclub in the hotel.
While I was bathroom I felt like giving my kid sister Pheobe a buzz but she was only young so she wouldn't have been up. I certainly didn't want to speak to my parents. My mother would've known it was me. She's psychic. I would've liked to shoot the bull with Pheobe.
You should of seen her. you never saw a kid so pretty and smart. My brother D.B. is a writer, and my brother Allie, the one that died, he was so smart, he was a wizard, infact I was the only dumb one in the family!
I absolutely adore her! she's so pretty and has very nice ears when she puts her hair behind them. Anyway, she was somebody you always felt like talking to. I was afraid my parents would answer so I just put my shirt on and went down in the elevator to the lobby to see what was going on.
Except for a few pimpy-looking guys and a few whory-looking blondes, the lobby was pretty empty. You could hear the band playing over in the lavender room so I went there. It wasn't crowded but they still gave me a lousy table, I should have waved a buck under the head waiter's nose. In New York, money really talks- I'm not kidding. The band was Putrid, they were corny and there were hardly any people in the place that were my age. They were mostly old, show-offy-looking guys with their dates. Apart from on the table next to me, where there were these three, 30 year old looking girls, all pretty ugly, apart from the blonde one who was kind of cute, so I started giving her the old eye abit, but then the waiter came up and I ordered a scotch and soda and told him not to mix it. He then told me he couldn't serve me as I looked underage and then asked me for my drivers license. I gave him a very cold stare, like he had just insulted me and then I asked if I looked under twenty one, after I realised I wasn't going to get served I just ordered a coke instead. He said they lose their jobs if they get caught selling to a minor. I'm a goddam minor.
I started giving the three witches the eye again, I gave them this very cool glance. The three morons just started giggling to themselves. I leaned over and said "any of you girls care to dance?", I didn't say it crudely or anything, very suave infact. They just started giggling so I offerred to dance with all three of them one at a time. I really felt like dancing.
Finally the blonde one got up and started dancing with me, I tried talking to her while we danced but she kept ignoring me so I ignored her back for awhile, then she came out with a stupid remark. I kissed her dopey looking forehead and she asked me what I was doing, I told her she could dance as well as my kid sister but she could really dance over anybody living or dead, I said " She's only in the goddam fourth grade" and then the blonde told me to watch my language. We started jitterbugging and eventually sat down on her table. Not one of them would talk, you had to twist their arms to get them to talk. After dancing with Bernice and Laverne, I was dancing with Marty, she was an awful dancer, and the only thing I could think of to brighten it up was to tell her that I just saw Gary Cooper, they all went beserk, and they asked Marty if she saw him, she said she only caught a glimpse of him, that killed me.
All of a sudden, when they had finished their drinks, they got up and said they had to leave because they had to get to bed. I left the Lavender room not long after they left as it was closing and it wasn't one of those places you wanted to be unless you had someone really good to dance with.
I absolutely adore her! she's so pretty and has very nice ears when she puts her hair behind them. Anyway, she was somebody you always felt like talking to. I was afraid my parents would answer so I just put my shirt on and went down in the elevator to the lobby to see what was going on.
Except for a few pimpy-looking guys and a few whory-looking blondes, the lobby was pretty empty. You could hear the band playing over in the lavender room so I went there. It wasn't crowded but they still gave me a lousy table, I should have waved a buck under the head waiter's nose. In New York, money really talks- I'm not kidding. The band was Putrid, they were corny and there were hardly any people in the place that were my age. They were mostly old, show-offy-looking guys with their dates. Apart from on the table next to me, where there were these three, 30 year old looking girls, all pretty ugly, apart from the blonde one who was kind of cute, so I started giving her the old eye abit, but then the waiter came up and I ordered a scotch and soda and told him not to mix it. He then told me he couldn't serve me as I looked underage and then asked me for my drivers license. I gave him a very cold stare, like he had just insulted me and then I asked if I looked under twenty one, after I realised I wasn't going to get served I just ordered a coke instead. He said they lose their jobs if they get caught selling to a minor. I'm a goddam minor.
I started giving the three witches the eye again, I gave them this very cool glance. The three morons just started giggling to themselves. I leaned over and said "any of you girls care to dance?", I didn't say it crudely or anything, very suave infact. They just started giggling so I offerred to dance with all three of them one at a time. I really felt like dancing.
Finally the blonde one got up and started dancing with me, I tried talking to her while we danced but she kept ignoring me so I ignored her back for awhile, then she came out with a stupid remark. I kissed her dopey looking forehead and she asked me what I was doing, I told her she could dance as well as my kid sister but she could really dance over anybody living or dead, I said " She's only in the goddam fourth grade" and then the blonde told me to watch my language. We started jitterbugging and eventually sat down on her table. Not one of them would talk, you had to twist their arms to get them to talk. After dancing with Bernice and Laverne, I was dancing with Marty, she was an awful dancer, and the only thing I could think of to brighten it up was to tell her that I just saw Gary Cooper, they all went beserk, and they asked Marty if she saw him, she said she only caught a glimpse of him, that killed me.
All of a sudden, when they had finished their drinks, they got up and said they had to leave because they had to get to bed. I left the Lavender room not long after they left as it was closing and it wasn't one of those places you wanted to be unless you had someone really good to dance with.
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