Tuesday August 2, 2005
	Downtown Tarpon Springs, in the Antique District, Florida.
	"I'll take a Budweiser," I say to the bartender.  "In a bottle if you have it." "How 'bout you?" he says to the woman who came in with me. I came with Sylvia. She is looking at the menu and when she has made her selection she says: "I'll have a cup of Mocha Breve." (Espresso over hot chocolate). It's Saturday night (11:16 pm) and we've just sat down onto padded barstools inside a historic two story building on Tarpon Avenue in downtown Tarpon Springs (Florida). "This is nice, Norm," she says. "I like it," I say. Sylvia is good to look at and she is originally from London and was once given a scholarship to attend the university of her choice. When our drinks come I put the Budweiser bottle to my lips and when I'm done pouring I dab my mouth with the complimentary paper napkin and then say: "How's your Mocha Brief?" Sylvia says: "It's Mocha Breve, Norm.  Not Brief and it's really good." A man (thirty something) with yellow hair is standing to my right and he's got good teeth and he's smiling at me like we're best friends so I smile back and say: "I'm Norm and this is Sylvia." "I'm Rick and this is Harriet," says Yellow Hair then pointing. His woman (Harriet) has got no hips whatsoever.  She's thin, maybe a size one and she's got long hair and it's been teased and it's been bleached and she allows it to hang freely.  She's holding onto a Shoulder Birkin and she's wearing a designer dress and it's got a low cut front that's been designed for larger breasts than hers (she's flat chested and it doesn't seem to matter to her).  Her overall shape and especially her tiny hips remind me of the girls I saw dancing (years ago) at a bar on 8-mile in Detroit, Michigan and I'm wondering if that's what I'm looking at now. "I'll take another Budweiser," I say to the bartender. "And one Mocha Breve," says Sylvia. "Let's find another place to sit," I say, making sure that only Sylvia can hear me. PREVIOUS   HOME   NEXT