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The girl from L.A. had long blond hair tight jeans. she told a story about the DJ she dates and the story ended with her naked in a bathroom. We all laughed but the girl from L.A. scared me a little sitting on my porch drinking mojitos talking all about her wild life while the blues bands played in the park across the street.
Good in the Hood it used to be called but now it's Good In the Neighborhood. Now that more white people live on our streets maybe. I don't know why the name change but we have a view from our house on the hill overlooking the park we could hear the bands play soul jazz r&b while my neighbors mixed and mingled and laughed we sat and listened to the music as background to the stories that the LA girl brought with her.
I used to know her back in the day. I used to know her when I was a little crazy myself dancing with vodka in one hand and a boy in the other. The girl from LA saw my garden my funny little park across the street my house with tilted floors my below the knee skirt and when she said we must go out I Want To Get Laid In This Town I put on heels and went with them. I put on heels and dark lipstick tried to remember how it was before I met ben before when I would get a little crazy myself we called it RAGeing. We always said it with a bad french accent and RAHG-ing always meant a hangover the next day.
I put on heels to prove something to the girl from LA who i don't even like there's a sad meanness to her that makes me want to keep one thousand miles and another lifetime between us.
I put on heels and lipstick went out and the next day had a hangover to prove it all happened. The girl from LA went home while I picked up the napkins the empty sticky glasses bits of mint floating in them and sat on my porch in my jammies one arm around Lu while the guys in the park across the street broke down the stage folded the chairs. Lu and I sat and waited for Ben to get back from his rafting trip and while we waited the men across the street played an old Marvin Gaye cd. I smiled because Ben wanted Let's Get It On to be the song that we kissed to at our wedding just a year ago. Let's Get It ONNNN> He thought it would be funny.
Good in the Hood.