Dear Tonya,
I went to the zoo yesterday, and thought of you.
Remember that time you came to visit me, bringing your boyfriend Mike so I could meet him? Remember how we all went to the zoo, because Mike had heard how great it was? And remember how, at the end of a long, hot day of trudging from exhibit to exhibit, uphill more than down, legs aching and spirits flagging... remember how Mike suddenly fixated on the idea he had to see this one particular owl? Remember how imperative it was that he find this bird?
Remember how dog-tired we were, yet we followed him from one darkening-in-the-mosquito-filled-dusk cage after another, as he cheerily chirped "Nope, not this one. Nope, not here. Nope, maybe next one over..."
Remember how we hated Mike that day?
And finally, do you recall, finally how we skidded to a stop behind Mike, as he stood peering into a shadowy aviary at a tiny ball of fluffed up feathers perched high in the corner near the ceiling? And how we all stared at it, waiting for the miracle that was owl?
Then, do you remember how you stepped back in a sudden fury born of exhaustion and chafed thighs and shrieked "IT BETTER FUCKING DANCE!".
Remember how you then threw your souvenir cup at Mike and stomped off to the car? Remember how I laughed until I couldn't walk anymore and Mike thought I was having a seizure of some sort?
I went to the zoo yesterday, Tonya, and thought of you.
I couldn't find the dancing owl.
The owl probably laughed itself to death.
I found the dancing owl the other day. He said that Steve was a closet nose-picker and that's why he never danced.
Posted by: Da Goddess at March 8, 2004 08:25 PM