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The interior of the Angel Orensanz Foundation was… breathtaking. It was a gothic-revival temple, with all of the original architecture still intact. The peaks and arches of the building were gorgeous in and of themselves, but when you took into account the adornment of the interior? Petey couldn’t help but grin all over herself.
The place was awash in a glow of pink light and
everything in sight was a combination of cotton candy pink and black. Gavin had masterminded a Petey-friendly
circus. A completely frivolous,
over-the-top and utterly fantastic pink and black circus. Complete with performers and all the
abhorrently unhealthy concessions.
“Gavin how did you do all this in a day?” Petey couldn’t even process it all. It was like some absurdist theatrical
production.
His wrist flipped nonchalantly despite his smugness. He was thoroughly pleased with himself. “Oh, you know. A little money goes a long way, Miss
Pursestrings. Lucky for your rich ass, I
know lots of starving performers.”
“Oh my…” Teresa hummed
as she caught her first whiff of ‘real’ cotton candy. “This is a little…. Overwhelming.”
“I don’t know that I’m dressed for a circus,” was Carol’s
frowning concern. Peering down at her
dark slacks and sapphire blouse, she skimmed a glance to Stephanie, who was
more aptly attired for this type of event.
The teen was wearing jeans and a sweater and grinning from ear-to-ear.
“How completely insane.”
Her blonde hair twirled along with her feet as she spun to take it all
in. “Are there going to be animals,
too?”
A snickering Gavin assured her there would be hairy
animals prowling around the big top later in the evening.
The ‘big top’ was actually wide ribbons streaming from a
central point in the ceiling. Directly
beneath that central point was a round table draped with a pink cloth, ready to
seat a party of six, and at each of the chairs was a black gift bag stuffed
with pink tissue.
“There is assigned seating,” Gavin announced
cheerily. “Your names are on the bags,
so sit where you find the one that belongs to you.”
Dorothea was directly behind her, so the muttered, “Talk
about your Femi-Nazi,” rang clearly in Petey’s ears and caused her to laugh out
loud.
With a caustic tip to his chin, Gavin inquired,
“Something you would like to share with the group, Kitty?”
That made Petey laugh even harder, snorting out loud when
Dorothea spouted off with, “Just wondering where the litterbox was.”
He sidled up next to her with a predatory smile. “You and I, Snark Kitty… We are going to be best of friends. I can just
tell.”
Rolling her eyes, she ignored him and busied herself
finding the gift bag that identified her seat.
Gavin swooped in like a huge, flamboyant vulture and scooped up the bag
before her chair had been scooted three inches.
Exchanging it for the adjacent bag, he offered up her replacement with a
flourish. “Let’s trade.”
“I’d rather not.”
He shook the ‘Gavin’ embellished bag enticingly. “Aw, come on, honey. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Back in 1989.”
“Mom, don’t be lame,” Stephanie complained, plopping down
in her designated spot between Carol and Dorothea. “Can we look in the bags, Mister….”
They hadn’t been formally introduced, Petey realized at
the same time she again admired the teen’s effortless manners.
“Oh, Baby Blue, you can just call me Gavin. Mister is sooo… CEO. God knows I am NOT a CEO.” He struck a thoughtful pose. “Unless that stands for Chic Entertainment
Organizer. Then that’s definitely
me. But to answer the question, no. No peeky just yet.”
Petey slid in between Gavin and her mother with a rueful
grin and shake of her head. At the same
time, Dorothea distrustfully accepted Gavin’s bag and let it plop onto the
table.
A girl in a bright pink tutu came along to collect their
outerwear, quickly followed by another festively dressed worker. The second young lady’s tutu was glittery
black and she was distributing martini glasses among the group. Upon seeing that the glasses were topped
cheery pouf of cotton candy, Petey thought the drinks were just as fun as the
tutus.
“What pretty drinks,” Carol admired. “What are they?”
“Those…” Gavin pronounced, “…are Cotton Candy
Cosmopolitans. Don’t worry Kitty, Baby
Blue’s got tonic water in her Cosmo, not vodka.”
Petey noted that Stephanie’s glass was pink, instead of
clear, to denote the difference. The tonic
must not have been a deterrent, because girl immediately took a sip and
proclaimed it ‘yummy’.
Once everyone had their beverages, Gavin assumed his maid
of honor duties and offered up a toast. “I
thought it only fitting to benchmark the wild, crazy circus of our Miss Petey’s
life with another circus. This one will
be tamer than the last week has been, that’s for damn sure! Only a little knife throwing among
friends. Mazel Tov and bottoms up,
ladies! Let the festivities begin!”
From that point on, things became progressively blurrier
for Petey. Mainly because Gavin watched
her drink like a hawk, making sure theit was never empty for more than a
minute.
Tumblers made her dizzy, jugglers made her eyes bounce
and the knife thrower scared the bejesus out of her when he came within a cat’s
hair of nailing Stephanie’s sweater to the board. Dorothea was very Zen about the whole thing,
and only smiled serenely when her daughter’s scream ripped through the air like
one of the knives.
“Okay, girlfriends!”
Gavin tittered, having drunk almost as many Cosmos as he’d pushed on
Petey. Even the mothers had imbibed
enough so that their smiles were flowing almost as freely as the sweet drinks. “Now
that you’ve seen the circus performers, it’s time to be a circus performer. In
your gift bags, you will find a prop that you must put to use in your act. I’ll go first.” With a shark-like grin at Dorothea, he
revealed the contents of his bag – formerly her bag – with a fanfare. It
was a whip.
“I shall now perform my lion tamer’s act! Come help me, Kitty!”
Dorothea leaned around him to warn Petey, “I’m going to
kill your friend.” She clearly was far
more sober than any of the rest of them.
“Awwww, don’t be a party poopin’ prude,” Gavin whined,
snapping the whip on the floor and grabbing the back of his chair. “Get your karate-kickin’ kitty butt up.”
“No, seriously, Petey.
I’m going to kill him if he snaps that whip one more time.”
“Gavin,” Petey told him in a stage whisper. “Dorothea has been far too underserved to
appreciate the taming.”
“Unless it’s by Bro Jovi,” he snickered loudly.
“Oh, God.”
Stephanie’s fingers went in her ears and she squeezed her eyes
shut. “Impressionable teenager
here. I don’t need any more scars on my
psyche!”
That got everyone around the table giggling. Petey leaned
into her mother with a dimpled grin.
“She’s screwed when she gets stuck with me on a weekend, huh?”
“Sorry, Baby Blue.”
Gavin clumsily patted her on the back.
“It’s only gonna get worse.”
“Worse?” Petey’s
head popped up. “What are you talking
about, worse? Tony’s not going to come
out here and strip or something is he?
Because…” She waved to Dorothea
and Carol “…no offense, but that would scar my psyche! He’s my boss, for
God’s sake.”
“Oh, lighten up, Dollface. I’m sure Mister Tee Bee Jay is sucking back a
beer at the bowling alley.” He leaned
over her to grab her bag and plop it in her lap. “Since my lion is being a domesticated pussy,
you’re next. Open your bag.”
Scowling, Petey decreed, “There had better not be
anything offensive in here. I’m just
saying.”
“The sassy little shit wouldn’t bother if there was
nothing offensive in there,” was Carol’s astute observation. In her alcohol-induced state of relaxation, Petey
considered the possibility that she may end up loving her mother-in-law. She was a wise woman.
It should have been the first clue that she’d had too
much to drink. That and the fact that
she gamely stuck her hand into the bag with no further coercion.
What she found inside took a minute to seep into a useful
part of her doused brain. There was
money spilling out of her hand and protruding from between her fingers. The bag had been filled with one dollar bills. Maybe not filled, but there was quite a bit
in there.
Questions in her eyes, she looked to Gavin for
answers. All she got was a twirling of
his index finger, and then the room went from calliope music to… “Shot through the heart, and you’re to
blame…”
“Oh. My. God.”
Horror filled her as she took in the faces of the others at the
table. Her mother, Jon’s ex-wife, Jon’s mother, Jon’s DAUGHTER. “No.
Please tell me no.”
“Yes, yes, yes, Tinkerhell!” Gavin was practically cackling with glee,
clearly delighted with the glorious event that was upon them.
That self-satisfaction was further evidenced by a
piercing squeal of delight as a young guy, dressed in tight, spandex pants and
a denim jacket came strutting through the room.
He had a head full of extra-long, tousled hair and a bare chest covered
with a matching mat of hair. In the
middle of that mat of hair rested a gold pendant shaped like a Superman symbol.
“I’m having a flashback,” Dorothea muttered, slinging
back the remaining contents of her Cosmo.
As the young man slowly removed the bandanas that were
tied around his thighs, he undulated his hips and grinned at Petey with
freakishly white, straight teeth. Flipping his hair back, the denim jacket slid
down his arms to the floor, rendering
him half-naked.
Gloriously half-naked.
Boyfriend was built.
Petey was left to gape at a partially undressed replica
of Jon, circa 1987, while his mother cackled and ordered another drink. She couldn’t bear to look at her own mother
or Stephanie, and Gavin? Well, Gavin was
hip-bumping the hunk, arms waving wildly in the air. “Show me what you got Bon Bon Lovey!”
“Jesus…” she breathed, mortified that the river of pink
cocktails swimming through her system made this guy handsome enough to sneak a
second look. He winked at her and
shimmied erotically to the beat, all the while inching the clinging spandex
down his legs.
When he spun around to reveal that the seat of his tight
bikini underwear bore the warning, “Slippery When Wet”, she thought her face
was going to catch fire. Petey shrank
back from the performer amid shrieks of laughter from Stephanie and Carol.
“Relax, Dollface,” a reassuring voice spoke directly in
her ear. “He’s just working the crowd
like your man does. I’m sure he’s not
going to invite you backstage to his dressing room. Well, he might invite, but you don’t have to
go. Now stuff the money in his panties!”
The vodka and cranberry juice crashed in angry waves
against the walls of her stomach as the wad of dollar bills floated from her
dumbfounded grip. Sugary sweetness
threatened to come back for a revisit at the first full taste of what life
would be like in a mere two weeks.
Jon was going to be up on stage every other night, doing
this very – maybe not very – thing to
captivate thousands of women. He would
give them the same playful grin and wink that this doppelganger was giving her, for all the world looking as if he
wanted to eat her up.
Her face flamed even hotter, this time not from
embarrassment, but anger.
Jon better not
think he’s going to be taking anybody
backstage but me. I’m not going to let him humiliate me that way. No.
Absolutely not.
“Bad Name” wound up with a final, fierce hip thrust from
young Jon. The echo was still hanging in
the air when the opening strains of “Wanted Dead or Alive” filtered through the
sound system. Gavin squealed like a
schoolgirl, furiously fanning his face.
“It’s Ricky SLAM-bora! Oh my
Gawwwwwd! Come to Papa, honey!”
Petey couldn’t stay in her seat for another classic Bon
Jovi stage performance. It rankled too
much of what she was afraid reality would be.
Certain she was going to throw up, she bolted for the ladies’ room, in
her haste nearly knocking down the dark man in the Stetson and mile-long
leather pants.
OMG My belly hurts of laughing. you're the best!!
ReplyDeletePetey, just relax these days are history ;-)
Ok, first off, WHOA, Petey...what's with the sudden doubting of your man? Ok, so it'll be tough to see him flirt with the audience, but you really think he's gonna take them backstage? Even if he didn't love you like crazy, you really think he'd do it knowing Richie, who totally loves you too, is there to witness it & steal you away from him in the aftermath? Yeah, not gonna happen!
ReplyDeleteNow, onto the more fun parts of the chapter: “I’m having a flashback,” Dorothea muttered, slinging back the remaining contents of her Cosmo.
ROFL, I bet she was! That's WAY too funny.
And I love the idea of a circus!!!!!!
Ummm, I hope Richie doesn't totally love Petey too and ready to steal her away?? what kind of best friend is he? Imagine that, my best friend loves my wife and would steal her away from me? GREAT!!
DeleteWhere are you getting that Richie is still in love with Petey? I thought that was resolved. Doesn't he have mixed feelings for Denny now? That would be a crappy thing to do to Jon. Being in love with your best friend's future wife?
DeleteGenie.... Stop stirring stuff up! :P Richie's not in love with Petey.
DeleteWhat have I missed? Richie loves Petey? And Jon is having him as Best Man? How is that possible?
DeleteRichie Doesn't Love Petey. Tony, Dorothea, Petey and even Jon have all spoken to him about Denny.
DeleteOMG YOU outdid yourself girl!!! Too funny... Too many good lines to mention them all..... OMG That's it. I bow at y our feet oh witty one. You are my Queen!!
ReplyDeleteNote to self...don't eat and read, the computer suffers or you choke.
ReplyDeleteBlush I'm still laughing!!!
--Amanda
Love it and well worth the wait! The whole thing was fantastic.
ReplyDeleteSo many great lines.
ReplyDelete“Gavin,” Petey told him in a stage whisper. “Dorothea has been far too underserved to appreciate the taming.”
“Unless it’s by Bro Jovi,” he snickered loudly.--
LOVE IT
Bro Jovi!!
DeleteBest Line
Ellen
With Gavin around, there is never a dull moment!
ReplyDeleteThe friendship between Dorothea and Petey is the best. Continue that, I like how they get along.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't mind getting tamed by Bro Jovi myself!
“I’m having a flashback,” Dorothea muttered,
I can only IMAGINE!
Thanks for the new update and all the pictures of Tony while we were waiting. Mr Handsome right there! Liking him so much in this story. One of the best characters.
Love the Ladies party. With Gavin around, you can't go wrong but I think I need some Advil now!
ReplyDeleteBring on the guy's party.
Ellen
ROFLMAO!!!!
ReplyDeleteI think I just peed laughing!
p.s. I hope the Blogger does not delete this comment too... *snort*
The whole chapter was PERFECT!! I love the women. I think both Jon and Tony are going have their hands full with Petey and Dorothea. Those women are fantastic! And add to it, they get along!
ReplyDelete“........I’m sure he’s not going to invite you backstage to his dressing room. Well, he might invite, but you don’t have to go. Now stuff the money in his panties!”
ReplyDeleteWhen you read the paragraph, Gavin didn't say that Jon does this but the stripper. He said the stripper might invite Petey backstage. Why was Petey upset?
--“I’m having a flashback,” Dorothea muttered, slinging back the remaining contents of her Cosmo.
LOL!!
-- Unless it’s by Bro Jovi,” he snickered loudly.
CLASSIC LINE!!
So many one lines here that I love. You write from the heart and I love it all.
One word is all that's required - HYSTERICAL!! Bravo Blush! Bravo!!
ReplyDeleteFantastic Chapter! SO FUNNY!!! I love Dorothea, Petey and Gavin. My new favourite three people!
ReplyDeleteSooooooo funny!!!
ReplyDeleteSo funny and clever I was reading bits and pieces out loud to my husband. Somehow he wasn't getting the humor in all of it, LOL! But he was amused by Slam Bora.😅
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