Last night, at a roofdeck party in Venice, a long haired man with a ZZ Top beard sidled up to me.
"Pelo rizado," he half spoke, half groaned.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Your hair. It's smiley."
"Smiley, huh? That's funny. My friend has the same hair and her niece calls it 'spicy,'" I said.
"It's smiley because it's spicy."
He looked up at the sky then turned back to me.
"You are so beautiful."
"This night is so beautiful." He tossed his hand up at the sky. "Look at this amazing night. God made this amazing night."
He took a long sip from his cup and leaned in so close that I leaned back.
"How does God party?" he asked.
4 years ago