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itismeangied) wrote2022-06-13 11:26 pm
The Craic Was Ninety
“Where are you going?”
“I’m meeting Christian at a party.”
Jade’s eyes and mouth opened wide, “What?!” She pulled her hands up to cradle her cheeks and looked at me adoringly, “I’m so excited for you.” Her mouth curled up to one side and her brows furled, “is that what you’re wearing?”
“Guess…not?”
As she looked through her closet of sparkly, bright and shiny, I traced a felt tip liner wishfully from the outer corner of my eye and exhaled. Picturing his smile, I groaned, “he’s so cute!”
“Ugh, I know. Here try this, ditsy florals look so cute on you. And this necklace. And combat boots!”
I looked pretty good, all Jaded and jacked. “Ok, wish me luck.” Jade kissed my cheek and slapped my ass and sent me on my way.
“I’ll make sure the straightener is off!” she yelled as I walked out of the door. I stuck out my bottom lip and shook my head in approval.
I never liked trying to find a new house. What if I walk into the wrong place and get abducted by a family who never gets visitors and has been waiting for a young naive girl to torture? They probably have giant stew pots and chains. Anyway, I got there a few minutes late hoping Christian would already be there. As I reached the front door, I heard loud music and laughing. Either this was the place or the abduction family is having a banger. I walked in and gingerly shut the door behind me. People were crowded in the kitchen drinking out of plastic coupe glasses and bottles of local beer. I smiled in my midwestern way and scanned the next room. Couches, a few balloons and a record player. No cute boy. A tall blonde noticed my struggle and approached me.
“Hey, I’m Mamie, welcome. This is my place.”
“Oh hi, I’m Marti, I know Christian.”
“Awesome, I think he’s in the dining room. You want a drink sweetie?” She said, leading me back through the kitchen.
“Sure.”
“Mamie filled a coupe with sparkling wine, “you like Prosecco?”
“Yes, thank you,” I said, taking the glass and finally spotting Christian at the dining room table. My heart began beating faster and I downed the wine. It wasn’t cold and made my nostrils burn. Mamie topped me off.
“Have fun sweetie.” She blew air kisses at me and sauntered away. Very intriguing.
I headed towards the dining room table with my shaky, full cup of wine. I took a deep breath and he turned his head as I exhaled. A weird sound came out like a laugh and when someone punches you in the gut.
“Hey! You OK?” Christian said, rising to his feet and heading over. He looked beautiful. His hair was all clean and perfect. He had on a Nirvana shirt, like a real old one, not one from Hot Topic. And his jeans were kind of tight. That’s all I gathered until I had to speak.
“Yes, wow, what was that sound? I think I’m just glad to see you.”
He laughed and his eyes scanned my face, “you look so pretty.”
I could feel my guts melting and shimmering, “thank you.”
“I see you’ve found Mamie and her warm champagne. You want something else? Lemme make you something good.”
“Yes! Thank you.”
I caught a whiff of his delicious, clean scent and inhaled as much as I could and he brushed past me. I watched him quarter a lime and squeeze the juice into a highball glass. Some juice ran down his hand and he caught it with his tongue. I gulped more sparkling wine and tried to remain calm. Next he poured a shot of tequila and grapefruit soda in the glass and a huge round ice cube. I could tell he was proud as he set the garnish carefully and wiped his hands with a towel.
“This is a Paloma. I hope you like it.”
I took the drink and licked my lips. It tasted so good as I looked into his eyes, “it’s fucking great.”
He sighed and grinned.
“Would you like to hang out on the back porch?”
“Sure!”
We shoved through the dining room, down the hall to the back door. He opened the door for me and grabbed a beer from the cooler next to the door.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, opening the beer.
We leaned against the railing and the slightest spring rain began to fall.
“It’s kinda romantic out here.” I said in my awkward cartoon voice.
He snickered and put down his beer, “it is.”
I took a nervous sip of my drink and set it down. His eyes were blue and misty and dreamy. I felt heat in my chest and my breathing was slow and fast at the same time. I felt like he was leaning into me and I leaned into him.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes please.”
I smelled soap and rain and beer and then felt his lips against mine. I pulled the shirt at his waist towards me and felt his warm body against mine. His hand wrapped around my waist and crumpled my dress up so I could feel a rush of air against my thighs. It could have been seconds, minutes or hours, but when our lips parted, I was younger than I had been all week. I exhaled and forgot everything that existed. We just stood there, simmering in the sensation and still wrapped up in each other.
“You smell so good.”
He laughed and thanked me by kissing my hand gently.
This moment will be immortalized in our marriage scrapbook.
Levels of Craic (irishcentral.com):
Good craic: A fairly ok night out, fun but nothing too amazing.
Mighty craic: Better than good craic, not quite at the highest level, someone did some crazy stuff maybe.
Savage craic: Almost there, great night all together, everyone on top firm, Guinness flowing, great jokes.
Deadly craic: A step above savage but not quit the Everest moment.
The craic was ninety: The nirvana of craic, everything was amazing, incredible, everyone hooked up, the pints were great. No one quite sure how the word ninety came into it--a famous Christy Moore song “The craic was ninety in the Isle of Man”
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- Erulisse (one L)
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I also always worry when at the door of a party etc, what if I have the wrong address? What is someone is mad I am knocking? etc.
Christian sounded sweet and gentle. :)
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