The club is packed. A sort of ritualistic sounding jazz is playing.
Bob’s-In-Law: Of course, it’s from the actual Vatican. Smell it.
Customer: Smells like Nag Champa.
You, good sir … do not know your incense. That is Vatican Frankincense.
I don’t know. Maybe if you had two. One for me and my wife. We’re going to Rome this summer. That would be kinda fun. If you had two. So we could both wear them, but …
Bob’s-In-Law pulls out the second Cardinal hat from his jacket.
Woah! Ok, cool.
I bet you didn’t know you were gonna get lucky tonight, did ya?
Over to the bar: Lady, now we know her name, Gale, is inebriated and talking to Bob.
Gale: You were an idiot. An idiot!
Bob: I’m still an idiot.
See … that’s what I’m talking about. Old Bob never would’ve admitted that! But … now … you’ve got … this place … it’s really nice … it’s really … really … sophisticated … yet, obnoxious, too … special. Very special.
“Very”? You used to chastise me for using that word.
I did! I should’ve! I should! You deserve it! “Damn” is much better … and my editor … my editor will …
Ok, Ms. Twain … I think it’s time to let you try the Sober Mask …
What!? No … I don’t wanna use it … I like my GABA levels right where they are, thanks … makes everything you say … sound … important.
I’d love to take that as a compliment, but I don’t think our brains are mixing the same cocktail right now … come on … it’s a new model … you’ll be calling me like I am in five minutes.
Asshole!
Exactly. Hold that thought and my arm. Let’s go.
No … but, you’re not an asshole. You’re nice, now. Smarter.
We’ll see …
Here I am, Bob. Just take me.
Dreamy, drunken, muddled….
Muddled? I thought I was allowing it some order.
Muddled is good
Superbly done – amusing and enriching experience for the reader’s mind; in addition you can transform these scenes into something beyond motion-picture by making them accessible to all senses.
Writing these scenes must be a richly rewarding sensation too. Must be liberating to have the infinite at hand to play with and to see it unfolding until it finds its own limits.
Or seeking the method in the madness and to feel the pleasure when nonsense starts making sense for no apparent reason, or when the creative process gradually invalidates the laws of logic and rewrites the principles of sense-making.
Thank you for pointing this out. I think all “sense making” is the process of things becoming familiar. We sometimes put unwarranted value on the familiar — limiting ourselves and putting up a fence — becoming defensive.