{"id":697,"date":"2004-07-29T01:44:00","date_gmt":"2004-07-29T01:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/07\/29\/the-drowning-of-st-christopher\/"},"modified":"2004-07-29T01:44:00","modified_gmt":"2004-07-29T01:44:00","slug":"the-drowning-of-st-christopher","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/07\/29\/the-drowning-of-st-christopher\/","title":{"rendered":"the drowning of st christopher"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was late to the fireworks and it was a pity, as they were quite splendidly done. There were some I&#8217;d never seen before. Pale washed out green, they look like they were exploding in slow motion. My ghodmum, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/~silveredmane\">Silva<\/a>, had dropped in on-line just as I was leaving. She&#8217;s very new to messenger. Just today was her first day. In stopping to chat with her, I was late and caught a bus that let me off halfway down Davie street at exactly ten o&#8217;clock. I ran flying down the hill, all the way into the thick&nbsp;crowd at Denman. I had been given clear instructions as to where everyone was, but certainly I was not to find them in the mass of distracted humans. Ten minutes brought me as close as I could to where they were to be, searching faces in the flash bright of the sky. I gave up rather soon on the hopeless cause and sat in a free space right at the water.&nbsp;I&#8217;m starting to think that as long as I have people to meet afterwards, maybe I should go to events alone.<font face=Arial color=#000000 size=2> <\/font>Toes in the ocean, leaning back into the sand. No idiots until afterwards. I was standing on a log, yelling out Victoria and Kyles names when someone swatted me from behind. Once I&#8217;ll let go, but the second time I turned around and whipped my nails across his back. I certainly hope he has a girlfriend. Hah. Right across the shoulder, as incriminating as garters on a mini-skirted&nbsp;secretary.&nbsp;Later, after everyone else finally arrived at True Confections I cleaned the skin out from under my nails in the washroom. Vague worries about contamination in these days we live in. I sat with <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/~faerie_lady\">Victoria<\/a>, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/~mallinson\">Kyle<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/~_griffy_ \">Dianna<\/a>&#8216;s brother, a non-stop chatterbox of an offensive&nbsp;teenager boy with girlfriend. I supect the other table fared slightly better conversation. True to word, I got the tiramisu cheesecake.. So did Kyle after he asked about it and I described it as &#8220;<em>an On button. Have some and you will suddenly be wittier, more awake, alive, intelligent and more charming. It&#8217;s an exquisite woman in a slinky black dress, champagne in hand, licking your tongue after drinking honey<\/em>&#8220;. <\/p>\n<p>I suppose I should mention that afterwards, while we were walking down Robson, there was a period where I took my shirt off.<\/p>\n<div><font face=Arial color=#000000 size=2><strong>blessings, sly boy, come with your kiss<\/strong><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial color=#000000 size=2><strong>those lips draw smooth patterns<\/strong><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial color=#000000 size=2><strong>if I could wish on them and oh how I wish<\/strong><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial color=#000000 size=2><strong>I would draw down innana to illustrate your beauty<\/strong><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial color=#000000 size=2><strong>take her moonlit sword and draw how I feel for you in the sweep of it<\/strong><\/font><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was late to the fireworks and it was a pity, as they were quite splendidly done. There were some I&#8217;d never seen before. Pale washed out green, they look like they were exploding in slow motion. My ghodmum, Silva, had dropped in on-line just as I was leaving. She&#8217;s very new to messenger. Just &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/07\/29\/the-drowning-of-st-christopher\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;the drowning of st christopher&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-697","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/697","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=697"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/697\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=697"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=697"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=697"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}