[NOTE: I never should have written this. It turned out longer than expected. Getting tired of writing it, you may find some errors. Please use your humor and imagination to get by them. Thank you.]
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ZULU
Jeffrey checks in and PartyTime says, "Yo, Jeffrey! Take a break. Cut the work out, will ya? Get a drink!" A wink of delight in his eye, he turns to BlueFox then back to Jeffrey, "It's on BlueFox. Have a bunch of 'em!"
Slightly distraught, but really never so, PT quickly turns to BF, then spins toward the others in the Zulu Party Room, "That damn BlueFox deserves to buy the drinks. He kept me workin' all day long on that word-spittin' keyboard."
Noticing Cliff with a loud, wrinkled bag, PartyTime yells, "Cliff, pass them pretzels, will ya?" Cliff hands 'em over, taking a few for himself along the way.
PartyTime kicks off his cowboy boots and tosses his legs on the blue-velvet Zulucouch, sipping one of the last sips of his beer along the way. Afterward, in a fit of thirst-filled exclamation, "Ahhhh. Can't beat the Guinness. Thanks, BlueFox. Pour me another pint, will ya?"
With a sharpened keen eye, PT zenly turns to everyone in the room and and spits out, "Where's the Spice?" Everyone instantly stares in space, wondering if spice was meant to be plural for spice girls.
But putting spice aside, for the time being, PT, all-knowingly casts his anxious but still weary eyes about the room, mouthing down pretzels in each direction he'd look. The thought then happened to him: "Hey, Disney's a hot topic." Wonderingly, "Why not watch the new Disney flick in the new Zulu Party Room? I mean we've been dancing for a month, let's now do something easy." Everyone agrees. Wow!
Quietly, to himself, he ponders--not wanting others to know--"What's the name of that Disney movie?" You see, PartyTime can't remember names of movies or movie stars. He doesn't watch television much, just news and baseball. Doesn't even go to movies much.
Other people do though.
Yes, it seems all PartyTime wants to do is play his guitar in Harvard Square and hang out with friends at spaghetti parties and vote the bastards out of office. But, sure enough, every now and then he checks into the Zulu Party Room.
Somewhat puzzled he heads for the door and leaves the room, quickly returning with the new Disney film. It was Mary Conway who had to remind him of the name of the film. This helped a lot, as he was able to pick it up at ZuluBlockbuster Video, a few blocks down the Zulu Road in Zulutown, ZuluSA.
"Here you go, folks. When Aleta gets in, we'll play the movie," he said, resuming his seat on the couch. While waiting for Aleta, everyone was mutually checking each other out as they sat and stood in various positions in the Zulu Party Room, a softly cushioned, nicely air-conditioned environment that was still somewhat of a mess from all of the partying.
A huge bright picture of a smiling Hayton hung squarely on the main wall, over the fireplace mantle which was filled with charred and burnt out Wired logs. Across the room hung a picture of The Stock Detective with his foot in his mouth, biting down hard with a cheap-grin look.
Interestingly, never-before-seen ovalular depictions of Other Chap graced each and every door knob. The Doubleclick artist who painted them said they were rare. Other Chap's image could also be viewed on each and every welcome mat that led into the Zulu house. And all of the lighting fixtures, of course, were briefly installed Illuminious. Fred was the name of the paperboy who, for some reason, kept delivering bad news.
Jeffrey, stoutly drinking B-52's, gets caught staring in wonder over the strange, three-foot miniature stable boy-like statute of Jon Tara, wearing a jockey's uniform. It sits hunched in the corner, near a big easy chair where Joe Copia is situated, his foot firmly perched on the hairpiece of the smooth-lined statute.
A Canadian newly-turned Floridian, Jeffrey turns away from the Tarasque statute and immediately begins hitting off of his B-52 drinks. Of which, there are several. Hungry, he asks Brady to pass the Zulupop popcorn. "This movie's gonna be great," he says, as Brady feeds his leezard the best parts from the popcorn. Jeffrey then switches to pretzels.
Suddenly a clang is at the door and everyone finds Aleta, wearing an antibellum dress, hurridly darting into the room warning everyone not to put their feet all over the furniture and for all of the women to empty out their ashtrays.
She particularly wanted Joe Copia, who was always reading the FlatTaxMan Journal, along with Terry T, to remove his muddened wingtip shoe off of the headened part of the Tara work of art. Reluctantly, Joe removes his sluggish foot, bites down on his whiskey sour and instantly falls asleep, but only after first letting out a terrible yawn and pointing out that he'd already seen every single Disney movie.
PartyTime, sensing Aleta's presence, quickly retraces his feet which are now securely hidden under the cushions, but still technically off of the top of the couch. He begins muttering to himself as the television station switches to yet another stupid commercial.
In fact, he instantly laments over the fact that television advertisements have now found their into computer screens worldwide and that there's no escape from them. "Yer just can't get away from 'em anymore," he commented, as he pushed the new Disney movie into the old VCR.
Such was life the day after the month-long party, in the Zulu Party Room. Mandingo had been here, but he/she disappeared with one of the bands that had finished playing days ago. The market makers went out on trash day and all of the pumpers and dumpers came in to take them away to the local Zulu dump where politicians still campaign for this or that reason.
And so it is in Zululand. The moral to the story? We're having fun but still waiting for Zulu's audit to be released publicly! |
