A View of the Thoroughfare: Tequila and the Truth

At Last the Secret is Out

At last the secret is out,as it always must come in the end,
The delicious story is ripe to tell to the intimate friend;
Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links,
Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks,
Under the fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.

For the clear voice suddenly singing, high up in the convent wall,
The scent of the elder bushes, the sporting prints in the hall,
The croquet matches in the summer, the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
There is always a wicked secret a private reason for this.

-W.H. Auden

When I have Fears

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact'ry
Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;
When I behold in the night's starred face
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!- then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

-John Keats

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Tequila and the Truth

Seriously. I don't know why the CIA was fooling around with waterboarding when they could just put the tequila to 'em (ignoring the possible religious issues there, of course). They wouldn't only sing, they'd also dance.

Oh the truthiness happened.

After a pina colada, some number of tequila shots, and a rum and coke or two into the evening...

After a year of hemming and hawing, and multiple consultations (the friends, the father, the half brother)... I did grab the slender one by the hand, and pulled him out to the deck to figure out what was the what.

Sigh. It didn't take long.

I like making cake, we know that. So making a cake of myself should be no big deal. All a part of the human experience.

And the exchange lead to a pretty magical drive-home moment:

Nate: Morgan, are you crying?!

Morgan: Nooooooooooooo!!!! I don't cryyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! (sobs into her hands).

And then I crawled to my computer to gchat with Stacey, which is when I typed this immortal phrase:

"tequila-y is the craziest drinkest drubnk."

Indeed.

3 comments:

Charlie Johnson said...: Oh, you craaazy girl... tequila, huh? Remind me to tell you what I remember of your Mom's worst tequila experience (but not on mother's day, of course!).; May 10, 2009 at 7:22 PM
Lauren Celestia said...: Oh my, oh my.; May 11, 2009 at 1:32 PM
Morgan said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; May 12, 2009 at 12:21 AM