Too Much Tequila, Too Little Sunscreen

Ring

“Hello.”

“Hi, how are you this morning?”

“Great, how about you?”

“I feel super. I slept like a rock after you left.”

“Thanks again for last night. I had a great time.”

“It was good, wasn’t it?”

“It was wonderful.”

“What are you doing today?”

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll go to the gym if I can find the energy.”

“I’m zapped, too.”

“Zapped is not the half of it, I’m sore in places I can’t even discuss without blushing.”

“I know the feeling. I’m not sure I can get a shirt on over these scratch marks.”

“I’m sorry; you should have said something last night.”

“I’m not complaining. I earned these scars the old fashioned way.”

“You sure did!”

“When am I going to see you again?”

“All you have to do is ask.”

“How about sushi on Friday? A great new Japanese restaurant just opened down the street.”

“You never told me you liked sushi. I love it. You’re on for Friday.”

“Do you think you’ll be healed up by then?”

“I’d better be because I’ve got some real wild stuff planned.”

“Wow, wilder than last night?”

“Oh by far, last night was my conservative, first-time performance.”

“I can’t wait. Maybe we should get together Wednesday rather than Friday?”

“I can hardly wait either but I’ve got a class on Wednesday night.”

“You never said you were taking evening classes.”

“Yes I did. You even commented on my schedule.”

“I did?”

“Yes you did. You had too much tequila to remember.”

“I don’t drink tequila.”

“You couldn’t prove it by me. You had a least five margaritas last night.”

“Not me, I drank scotch all night.”

“Like hell you did. You had two tequila shooters for a nightcap.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive, you even showed off by guzzling that really expensive stuff. I think it was Patron, or some such.”

“Not me lady, I can’t stand the stuff.”

“Is this Larry?”

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©2009 by Bob Rockwell