August 26, 2008

stuck on the set of Roxanne

I lost my edge somewhere....the sharp wit of my tongue has become dulled. Maybe it's because I took a vow to be nice or some such thing. I miss it - that pocket Dorothy Parker that would come whipping around the corner, ready to slash and burn at a moment's notice. I feel she's lurking there in the dark, yearning to peer over her cat's eye glasses...

Is it because I stopped drinking martinis? Lately the cape of cotton wool has enveloped me in this cushion of .... nothingness. Irony and wit is dulled by the blunt edges of people who really don't get it.


  1. Oh Dear! My friend, you need a good shaker or two of martini's, maybe a couple shots of something smooth, and dig out those old Kid Rock CD's I know you have. You have always been qick witted, we all need a rowdy edge sharpening once in a while.
    Why on earth would you give up such a wonderful south'ren staple, for mint julip perhaps?

    Maybe you just need some churchin' up, check out the good reverend and take what he says to heart...

  2. I find it very sad that the man that wrote 100 things to do before you die, died at the age of 47. I hope that he did feel that he did a lot. It was a kick in the pants today.

  3. During my marriage, I lost my verbal edge too. It was frowned upon to "behave" like that. It took me about a year, but I have it back. It feels good. I do try to limit when I lash out for everyone's sake, but it's nice to be edgy again.

    You'll get it back, when you're ready. Have a few martinis in the meantime. :)


i feel as if each comment was between us as we sat and sipped something warm....i love to hear what you're thinking.