I was driving up the 110 in Los Angeles when I got a phone call from Cathy. "Where are you!?" She yelled.
"Los Angeles."
"So you're on the West Coast?"
"Um, Yes." I said.
"Well," Cathy said. "Seema's in New York and we want to know if you play for the east coast dirty whores or the west coast dirty whores."
"Oh really?" I asked, sensing leverage. "Maybe that depends on whether I'm still DW number five which, BY THE WAY, I'm not."
Note: When Cathy, Jane, Seema, Chris, and I started the Dirty Whore Club I knew it would breed competition since we are numbered 1-5 depending on our behavior but I didn't know how cutthroat it would get.
Noise erupts over the phone and Cathy laughs and hollers over some clamor in the background. I get the sense that she is calling me from either a) a bar or b) a rodeo and that c) she is trying to bribe me.
"Listen," I tell her. "I don't know whose side I'm on. I have to see what kind of offer Jane and Chris give me."
Cathy shrieks but I can't understand what she's saying over all the bedlam and commotion and I wonder if she and Seema are participating in a soccer brawl or police riot.
"I'm getting off the phone now," I say. "Bye."
A minute later I get a text message from Seema, "WE CAN GIVE YOU FREE TICKETS TO THE ROLLER DERBY" and I write back, "NOW YOU'RE TALKING".
3 comments:
I have HAD it. It's on now. It was gonna be all polite like but now the gloves are OFF.
CK and I are putting a night with Prince in Vegas on the table.
Join us.......
Left Coast hurs rule!
yeah okay you win. I was shooting for a hur-themed sail around the Pacific but that'll do.
You're just pissed b/c East Coast won the weekend challenge by witnessing of the crapping of one chocolate covered strawberry and 40 tits - shaken.
Bring it!!
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