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total Gernreich on the hoof. As I eased my paw down her
treacherous rear slope I found myself as always sliding across a
Lothrop and Stoddard unitock. Trish had spent her heedless
youth in a stately Wayne Manor out on the Philly main line,
and the domestication clung. ┬╗What's with the girdle, Myrtle?┬л I
said. ┬╗I'll need brushes to keep the beat on this tom-tom.┬л Our
compadre Borden lounged close by, swilling with a smile, his
fedora's awning hanging low. As usual he rode out in standard
Fourteenth Street undertaker drapes. Good to see he'd regrown
his chin shrub, made him look like a top shrink doing field
work. Over time I'd clipped my own hedge down to its most
nefarious essential. Kittens purr like mad when you brush their
fur with the old pussy tickler.
┬╗How deep's the scene, my brother?┬л
┬╗Subcutaneous,┬л he said, a man of select words.
┬╗You've been missed,┬л Trish said, playing bumpercars with
my hip.
 ┬╗Just a weekend cruise,┬л I said. ┬╗Felt like a month.┬л A sudden
flood of would-be cognoscenti streaming in threatened to do a
Johnstown on us. Felt like I was taking the Sea Beach Express on
the fourth of July. We started sliding our feet to the rear of the
bus, trying to miss the wave.
┬╗Care to divulge?┬л she asked.
┬╗Lips, ships,┬л I said, shaking my head. Realized, scanning the
room, that I half-expected to spot my silent Cals floating some-
where over the backbar, trying to find space before coming in
for a landing. Wished IтАЩd upped the dosage on my nerve tonic.
┬╗I earn my gold stars. You?┬л
┬╗MotherтАЩs pearl,┬л she said. ┬╗You have to ask?┬л
┬╗WhenтАЩs showtime?┬л No sooner did I wonder than I felt the
vibes ripple through the floor, and saw the lamps start to shake.
┬╗Shortly. LetтАЩs move,┬л said Irish, and with Borden we carved
a path through the wall of superfluous flesh, making for the
ascent. ┬╗IтАЩve been on tiptoes all day looking forward to this.
TheyтАЩre so fabulous.┬л
┬╗Utmost,┬л said Borden, playing jungle guide as he led us off.
┬╗Utmost fabulousity.┬л
Hard to slouch walking up stairs, but he pulled it off. ┬╗After
you,┬л I said to the beauteous one, keen to see what lay under
that doily sheтАЩd wrapped around her waist, but my chivalry
went begging.
┬╗My turn to take the scenic route,┬л she said, pointing up-
wards. ┬╗Scamper.┬л
I did. Once we topped out we parked ourselves next to sweet
Candy and ever-charmless Ondine, near the front. The band
kicked off Venus In Furs and we let our heads fill up. The usual
goofball light show was in progress, the band looked as if it were
being attacked by yellow amoebas. Sterling stood there strum-
ming away, Cale did his Bob Wills on Seconal bit, crazy Angus
wandered back and forth whacking that Tibetan oildrum and