I waited for Harry as he strutted through the crowd of half naked women attending the pool party he was at. Finally, the noise subsided and Harry informed me that he had entered a hallway closet. I imagined him amidst an array of expensive women’s shoes in his Bermuda shorts holding his rustled cowboy hat in one hand and a fruity cocktail in the other. Harry responded.
“It sounded like you said you’re not going to make it out tonight Charlie.”
“That is what I said.”
“Holy Toledo Charlie, have you lost your mind? First, you keep me waiting at the bar for over an hour and now you’ve got me tied up in a hallway closet giving me a load of BS about not attending tonight’s event.”
I paused. “The thing is Harry… I really don’t feel well.”
“You’re killing me Charlie. Listen, I didn’t want to tell you this, but you’ve forced me. The Hollywood executives set this up. Hell! They dropped the damn ticket off at my apartment with a note that said: ‘I can’t wait to see how he’ll react to this one.’ They specifically said, “Let’s see him pan the little guy.” They want to see how America is going to react. So give them what they want and if it goes well the movie deal is signed and we’re both set for life.”
I feigned a cough. “And if it fails?”
“Charlie boy, failure is not in my vocabulary and since I am the one producing the show it is not in your vocabulary either. Now go get yourself a bit of fresh air. Or better yet, why don’t you come visit me at this party? There are some really hot babes here. There is this one girl in the spa and you wouldn’t believe the size of her bazookas.”
Click. I hung up the phone. I looked at myself in the mirror and then changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
The phone rang. It was Harry calling me back. “Hello?”
“Did you hang up on me, Charlie?” Harry seemed agitated so I lied.
“No, why would I do that? We must have gotten disconnected…. I’m going to take your advice Harry.”
“That a boy! So you want the address to the party?”
“No, but I will get out and get some fresh air. I think that should do the trick.”
“Okay, if you say so buddy, but you’re missing out on some real fine babes. So we’re straight about tonight then, right? You are going to be there with bells on?”
“That’s right Harry.”
“Okay, well thanks for understanding. Break a leg amigo!”
I hung up the phone and dashed outside. Luckily, I didn’t live too far from the park. I wasn’t in the mood to do too much walking. On the way to the park I decided to stop for an iced mocha and a crème filled doughnut. While Harry filled himself up on young hotties, I romanced the female Indian doughnut clerk at the local Dunkin Doughnuts.
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