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.
He grinned.
"It's smiley because it's spicy."
He looked up at the sky then turned back to me.
"You are so beautiful."
"Thank you."
"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.
Thoughts, anyone?
xoxo,
Suzanne
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Oh, my! That's quite a character!
ReplyDeleteHe turns up the gospel songs and dances with the angels. :) Do you think He drinks red wine?
What a lovely compliment both to you and the evening. I say every time we laugh it's a party for God. I bet our laughter (particularly that delightful little-kid laughter) get's Him high as kite.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds very ... unique ... not sure what else to say :P
ReplyDeleteI think he parties with wine and bread.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a good party. How does God party? I suppose anywhere there is LOVE and beauty, she's shaking that booty. We are GOD, so let's boogie down!
ReplyDeleteYour Dad and I don't think you should be talking to strange men. And what kind of parties are you going to? As for God, I think He IS the party! But your hair is indeed smiley!
ReplyDeleteI don't know about God but JC parties with red Solo cups.
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