God, it feels like a million years ago when I used to hang with these guys, back when we'd start the evening around eleven pm - - and not touch down till dawn. We'd dance our tits off, wind up in somebody's car, all making out with our prospective "boys du jour" - haul our butts over to IHOP for pancakes at 5 am - - crawl into the sack, just to do it all again the next day! And here they are Mocha Daze.
"We're kidnapping you, you old married queen!"
"Yeah, we're forcing you, against your will to drive up to Santa Barbara with us tonight. Remember Davy McNeil! He just bought a huge place in Santa Barbara and he's having one of his famous pre-New Year's Eve underwear parties! And YOU are coming with us!"
Okay, how OLD do I feel right now?
" I'm sorry, girls, but duty calls. I'm meeting the husband after work tonight for a quiet, romantic evening at home."
'SHUT UP DREW!!!" -- They all say at once, then go on to remind me that I always wound up with the cutest guys at MacNeil's underwear parties.
"Is that so? Sounds like a wild time," comments Hugo, making no bones about butting into the conversation.
"Oh, yeah. Itās just gorgeous! And exclusive...private invite list only!" said Danny, who never could keep his mouth shut about stuff..
Hugoās eyes lit up. "In that case, Drew Iāll go for you." I gave Hugo a look.
"Come on, Drew....tequila shooters...big heated pool....hot videos and music....we'll stay over. Davy's insisting we stay over!"
I imagine (just for a second) that maybe Eric would come alone too -- then I fantasize Eric with this crowd and laugh out loud at the implausibility of that little scenario. Nope, the "underwear parties and three guys in one night days" are a thing of the past. And you know, I'm kinda glad.
"Seriously, and you all should come over to the house. It's great, we'll have dinner and...see a movie."
"We couldn't handle the excitement, Drew. We'll miss you."
"Yeah, say hi to Davy for me. Great to see you guys!...And Happy New Year if I don't see you..." And I won't! They are out the door of Mocha Daze in that tornado of youth, I feel slipping away from me.
Iām getting too old for that stuff! Geez, Iām beginning to sound like my mother.
