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Now unfortunately I didnīt save my answer then - so Iīve tried to reconstruct it somewhat here -o* Here are some
of what I saw - while getting more and more drunk *O*
Now normally one glass of liquor makes me dizzy and two makes me
want to sleep - so I try to avoid the stuff altogether ... But I saw this as a scientific experiment and poured the first
glass bravely and threw it down my neck
Nothing happened. So - with a bit of difficulty because the silly Johnny wouldnīt
keep the glass steady - I measured out my second glass of funny French hooch ... What a hoot!
When I started yelling at
the man for not holding the glass properly an offended librarian told me my glass was standing on a table beside a computer
and that I was certainly not allowed to eat and drink in this area of the library!
I thanked her politely for the information
- the grumpy broad! - and left quietly sipping my second glass. And immediately bumped into Depp - hitting my forehead hard
against his chest. "He is a hard man" I thought drowsy - and cold too.
I leaned against him apologizing but he neither
accepted my apology nor put his arms around me. Actually he did and said nothing but at least he was very solid to lean against
for a tired girl.
Then the libraryīs security guard came and friendly, but firmly told me I had to leave. They didnīt
want to have drunk costumers standing around singing "What are we going do with a drunken Jack - sailor ..." - ear splittingly
false - leaning against one of the stone pillars keeping the ceiling up.
So if I would be so kind as to come with him
he would follow me outside in the fresh air.
Outside in that indeed fresh - almost perky - air I did revive a bit. And
sat myself down on a park bench to find out what to do next. But I can become pretty stubborn at times so I poured and drank
the third glass absinth quickly.
I was beginning to like the taste somewhat but it was still strong stuff I told Depp
sitting beside me on the bench. "OH, I AM NOT JOHNNY - BUT I FEEL FLATTERED THAT YOU THINK I LOOK A BIT LIKE THAT HANDSOME
GUY, MY DEAR MEEPS!" the man said.
And as I turned - slowly because my head was spinning - to take a closer look at him
he got up saying "I DIDNīT COME FOR YOU TODAY, LITTLE BIRDIE. BUT KEEP UP THAT PACE AND I UNFORTUNATELY SOON WILL" Remind
me never to read Terry Pratchett again just before drinking absinth! That was Death who now got on his white horse Pinky and
with a smart salute to me left the park in front of the library.
... please remind me never to drink absinth again at
all.
"I need a drink after that!" I thought though. And downed the fourth glass. Here things become a bit blurred - I
think I had a rather long conversation with a stupid impolite tree who wouldnīt move out of the way so I could feel the sun
on my face.
But I also remember something trying to settle an argument between two cute fluffy rabbits and a cockroach.
The two cuties claimed that the cockroach just wanted to go home with one or both of them and do all manner of things and
that they didnīt for one moment believed he knew Johnny Depp.
Benny - thatīs the roach - said he did so know Johnny!
And
then produced his cell phone from some unspeakable place on his person and said he better call Meepsieīs Johnny because the
poor woman was so drunk she didnīt even know her own name.
I wonder vaguely who he was talking about and drank the fifth
glass trying to figure it out ... After that I am not sure what happen but at one point I was laying on my back in the grass
trying to count the stars - but the sunshine kept getting in the way - when suddenly the most beautiful man leaned over me,
kissing me and saying "My poor baby girlie. What ever possessed you to take up that challenge?"
And the silly bug Benny
said "There is your imaginary Johnny! Thatīs how Johnny Depp looks like with or without absinth, chicken!"
He is one crazy
roach !!!
This fictional man of mine is way cuter, sweeter and much more beautiful than Johnny Depp !!!
And that means
my Johnny is PERFECT since the real Johnny Depp is the loveliest you can get on two well made legs *O* !!! ... and this I
said stone cold sober in the warm arms of my smiling, head shaking imaginary boyfriend.
Oh, do shut it, Benny *o*
Rabbit girls is not for you anyway - go and find yourself a nice dainty roach miss to court -O*
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