The Party Circuit
Catch up here – Part one – Introducing The Players
Cruella invites! She invited us left and she invited us right. I don’t claim to fully understand this. The reason is because she was just too tedious to contemplate for long. I think she was just wildly swinging her purse at the situation. I was supposed to go down readily but I proved to be hard to kill. Hey. If she had asked I’d have told her.
She invited us to her home for dinner. Repeatedly. Her place was posh and we were served something exquisite. I don’t recall what because I didn’t care what. Honestly? I think she was having dinner catered and then pulling it out of the oven as if she had cooked it herself but so what? I was bored out of my mind.
It was hard to say what her agenda was. To impress him? To intimidate me? To highlight her superiority to me? All of those, or something else? I really don’t know. I didn’t know, because I didn’t care. The thing about Cruella was she was profoundly boring. It was all I could do to stay awake in her presence never mind think about her after hours. Not a chance.
We’d run up to her place and it was three hours of listening to where she’d been and where she would go next. It came out like this:
“I’m considering taking a prime and lovely and exclusive trip down a road paved with gold, diamonds and rubies that will land me in Greece for six months. Haven’t you always wanted to go to Greece, Lover Boy? Yes? I thought so. By the way. The wine you two are drinking? It came from somewhere you can’t afford to go, and it cost something you can’t afford to pay. Tra la la!”
Oh brother, get me out of here. How am I supposed to sit through this with a straight face? Someone get my agent on the phone!
Cruella, invite, invite, invite, invite. It occurred to me she was observing me. It’s one thing when you can’t catch a man and neither can anyone else. Lover Boy had not been caught for awhile. He’d been stag for a year, maybe two but he was currently on the mat down for the count. This was a major puzzle to her. How’d I do that?
I could feel her studying me. She was looking for a weak spot for sure, but I think she was also trying to perceive what it was I had. She really thought I’d be gone in a blink. I wasn’t, but why?
I wouldn’t have minded this if I thought that she had a hope in hell in figuring it out. If she could figure it out, a breakthrough would occur and if that happened, who knows? The whole thing would change and perhaps the pieces would fall into a more interesting arrangement.
Instead, what we had here was a boring card game with one more angle I could perceive which was by far the most egregious to me. Having us “here” and having us “there” prevented us from having each other. Pretty swift, huh? In this way Cruella was effective. There I was stuck drinking wine I couldn’t appreciate rather than having the sex I coveted. Hrmph.
Noticing this, I complained to Lover Boy and his first response was to defend her.
“She’s just lonely, Elsa.”
“Well of course she’s lonely, who the hell could stand her?” I said. “She has a crush on you by the way.”
“No she doesn’t.” He blushed. “We’re just friends.”
I laughed. Or knowing me I probably snorted.
“Oh Elsa, that’s silly. We work together. And she likes you fine. I know she doesn’t talk to you that much but it’s because she doesn’t know you. Cruella is a nice person. She knows a lot of people. She has a lot of contacts. You should be nice. She could do you a lot of good.”
I smirked and contemplated a tirade, but decided to drop it. Fuck it. The whole thing was becoming “not worth it” to me. Fed up with this stupid scenario, I started thinking about bailing.
To be continued.