The lemon slurpee of my imagination
Today I learnt two facts about my other travelling companion, let’s call him Billy. I haven’t mentioned him before because he’s really just a regular guy, not like Grant at all. But this morning, on the drive to work, I found out that Billy, a chartered professional, natch, had never eaten any fish but salmon, and had never read a book of any description. I tried to explain my surprise. “Wouldn’t you think it was weird” I asked him, “if I told you I’d never eaten any meat but steak?” Yes, he agreed, that would be fucking weird. I suggested he read a book about fish for a doubly-novel experience, and he said he might just do that. I suggested “Moby Dick” and Grant, speaking for the first time from the back seat, suggested the taxonomically more apposite “Jaws”. Compared to Billy, Grant is a superliterary epicure, a gourmand, a regular A.A. Gill.
We drive on, watching the road spool under us, dead straight across the seeping muskeg. We cross the Pic River in mid-thaw, the consistency of a slurpee. A lemon slurpee, as the ice is old and dirty and weary-looking.
Or rather, the consistency of the lemon slurpee of my imagination. I’ve never had an actual, real slurpee. So, for Billy with his fish and his books, read me and my slurpees.
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Never had a slurpee, eh. Well, if you ever make a pilgrimage to Scott Walker’s birthplace, I have a machine in my place of business and you can have one on the house. Only no lemon, Raspberry and Cherry, and you better hurry, I’m selling out this summer, hopefully.
Also, I’d like to see more posts with Grant’s name in the title like, God, Grant Me This Day maybe describing his spiritual impact on you, or Land Grant, a pastoral portrait. Or Immi-Grant. It’s a Grant Old Flag. Who’s Buried in Grant’s Tomb? Alright, upon reflection, not such a good suggestion.
Posted on 21-Apr-07 at 10:26 am | PermalinkI hope you told him Victoria Beckham had also never read a book (including, allegedly, her own).
Posted on 22-Apr-07 at 7:12 am | Permalink‘Weary-looking ice’. I like that. (A bit haggard and gritty? Bits of grass melting out the edges like peripheral whiskers missed in a hundred shaves?).
Oh, and I saw this and thought of you.
OOC: Thanks for the tip on slurpee availability, but it wouldn’t feel right unless my first time was lemon-flavoured.
Mike: Thanks for the slurpee link, which serves only to whet my appetite.
Posted on 24-Apr-07 at 3:43 am | Permalink