the coastergirl diaries volume twenty-two

"punk is not the sound, it's the lifestyle."
- billy joel

it was at detroit's when it happened. we had been there since open now eleven pm, poor old lou and elvis were doing shots lined down the bar end to end and the customers were howling women dancing on tables, i was making a quilt to cover the pool table with. out of coasters and staples. t. had rummaged thousands out for me. i finished and stood back, a glance at what i'd done.

elvis: i knew this place was missing something.

i made coastergirl a crown of straws and those little drink swords. then it hit me. a shirt. of course, i had to make certain it covered her nipples propper and that required some extensive investigation. you can't begrudge an artist the need to inspect his models can you?

i started working, coaster to coaster staples flat side in straws between the cleavage measuringthe length around her back in straws then connecting peice to peice. and from the rummage of dust and flying fingers and coasters and staples and straws rose a masterpeice. now we needed a test drive.

we stepped out to the patio and coastergirl faced the restaraunts floor to ceiling windows. i kissed softly on her neck as i pulled her hands above her head and then, all in liquid gestures and graceful movements, i slid her shirt over her head, her nipples hard from the cold.

her: get this thing on quick.

then i glanced careful at the window eyes plastered breats fallen free window eyes all, men women bartenderd even the patain morgan's guy and his hooker pals. she donned the shirt and crown of swords and walzed back in to applause and a couple of shots from the cap'n. elvis followed those with jaeger shots for us.

even a little girl came up and gave her the birthday balloon her server had given her remarking: "you're pretty."

the manager came out and took a picture ( which is still the screen saver for every computer in the place).

manager: i wish we could use this for a new ad campaign.
me: you should.
manager: i couldn't sell that to coorporate.

i resolved myself to making her a skirt of coasters as well which we planned on her wearing in top skirt and crown at once, in a few days.

the bar manager said he had to order more coasters first. they never did come in, i don't think.

a week later i got an email of the picture. she was wearing the shirt, corwn bracing her brow so very christ, a ciggarette braced between her fingers touched softly to her lips, a little angelic patti smith debbie harry and i was oh so in love with her.

the subject of the email was the one word explanation: coastergirl.

2002-09-15 | 10:57 p.m.
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