meesh called me from the standard in the first inning.

we talked for a few minutes and then the cell phone reception gave out.

she was poolside.

i know because she called me back a minute later. we barely got to say hi and happy birthday and the connection dropped again.

i tried to call her back. hi.

then dead.

an hour later she called back. she had changed hotels.

she was at the mondrian now.

im looking at a beautiful view, tony.

you must come over.

i asked why did you leave the standard.

she said, that place is a dump.

hmmm. it was the fourth inning now. the game was tied.

i told her i might consider coming over. she said we have pretty girls here. i said, do you have a tv? she said its a suite, of course we do.

i said is the angel game on?

she laughed and handed the phone over to the glamorous simone. jewlery designer to the stars.

why are you ignoring my phone calls sweetie?

i said, i was on vacation.

come over here and i’ll make some mohitas.

i did have rum. all i would need is some sugar and mint leaves. two limes maybe. i always liked the mondrian. skybar. that pool. but what do you wear?

simone asked if she could pick me up in her convertible. i told her that it wasnt necessary. that i lived right next to sunset. quick subway ride to highland, walk to sunset, pick up the bus. twenty minutes, tops.

she said, youre coming?

i said, maybe. sounds great.

then the angels started errupting. then it was 5-2 angels. then it was 6-2 angels.

what would i wear?

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