Just Another Dinner Party


I’m not saying I was sober: you try drinking two shots of JD followed by a bottle of red and then reading the central heating manual in a clear and precise manner: it does not happen. Somewhere through that first bottle of red the vocab starts to leave your brain like rats from a sinking reputation and you are left peering into the eyes of a total stranger and saying “I’ll loke yow somch” which to the sober means “I like you so much.” The translation does not help us because the clear-headed recipient of this news is a teetotaller, amateur astronomer of some note, and a lady of precise routine who dislikes drunken intimacies with total strangers, or intimacies of any kind if you want to know.

So when I lean in towards her and put my hand on her shoulder in the way the wise might do when consoling others for the misery which is the bedrock of any life and say, “Your secret’s safe with me” before dissolving into a fit of giggles, falling onto the floor and incongruously singing a few highlights from the song, “Stand by Me” you can understand that my wish to celebrate the fact we are all brethren linked by a common misfortune otherwise known as awareness might not resonate with my new acquaintance.

There is a sense, I barely understand, that I have drifted someway from the standards of polite behaviour but we are all human aren’t we? We all love each other somehow, faced with life’s eternal complexities or so my alcohol fuelled brain believes. “Do you love me?” I asked a bus stop during a recent late-night conversation and I was offered no reply. Incongruously, I then leaned forward and kissed the uncomprehending cement pillar in a moment of soulful fellowship.

I have never received a reply from that or any other pillar offering more than a note of judgement or disapproval. Never have hands reached out to me and said, “Life is painful but you understand the power of anguish. I recognise your painful awareness” Nowhere have I receive a note from anyone concerning the sadness which drove me to drink. Disapproval is easier to achieve than awareness yet even in my fog-bound state I believe gentleness is the deepest gift a person can bestow on another. The sense that life is unfathomable and challenging and that love is always more nutritious than judgement is seldom understood.

I am last night’s conversation, yesterday’s phrase. I am the career that came to nothing and the lover who never found his soulmate. I am the prisoner of his own fears and the victim of a circumstance few would have chosen as their home. I am a shooting star of no particular note, a fragment of connection ; the unfinished sentence of an ordinary man: I am me.

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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16 Responses to Just Another Dinner Party

  1. Lovely. I thoroughly enjoyed that.

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  2. mikesteeden says:

    You know I reckon Mr Cohen would pay a King’s Ransom to put that last paragraph to song…pretty much sums up life.

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  3. Ina says:

    Oh this made me smile. (I hope it was meant for smiles 🙂 ) Love it.

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  4. Al says:

    Jeesh…that shor was a purty peesh of writin….hic….I thinks i wuv yoush …hic

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  5. gotham girl says:

    So good!!! That last paragraph is just fabulous!

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  6. laroseedespetiteschoses says:

    And drink to me! 🙂

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  7. I don’t know but bus stops are always professing their undying love for me. Honestly, it gets a bit embarrassing after a while…but in all seriousness, another fantastic piece Peter.

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  8. Let me just say your one liners sometimes are the perfect response to any question. I love this one today “I am last night’s conversation, yesterday’s phrase.”

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  9. ksbeth says:

    I believe gentleness is the deepest gift a person can bestow on another. – perfect

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  10. L. R. Palmer says:

    Love this! Poignant, amusing and true in such a profound way… I’ve been there, done that, felt that… Thanks so much for sharing!

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  11. Whilst every character you create is totally believeable, your final paragraph in this piece seems, to me, to be especially personal. I may be wrong. A great story of searching through our frailties to find something ‘extra’. I love the phrase: ‘ vocab starts to leave your brain like rats from a sinking reputation’.

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  12. nelle says:

    Such a lament and of a realm I’d not wish upon even ISIS members. Well, maybe…

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  13. olganm says:

    Beautifully written.

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  14. Speaking as a former lush, you write about being drunk with a kind of lucidity that I could never quite manage. Consider that a compliment, my friend! 😉

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  15. And you are beautiful. xx

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  16. The Disobedient Author says:

    That last paragraph: beautiful writing.

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