Back…on
Bleeker Street
Jane:
~puff, puff~ Christ Blanche! Ain’t it
good to be back home? No more piss on the street! Paris. The City of Light and Pee! Pee-You!
~puff~
Blanche:
Language Jane and so early in the morning and when did you see urine on the
street in Gay Paree?
Jane:
Maybe I didn’t see it Sistah Dear but I sure as hell smelled it!
Blanche:
Well I should think you’d have a better memory of Paris than that.
Jane:
Sure the red wine was real good and those waiter boys snobby but pretty. ~puff~
Blanche:
Well that’s something I suppose. I loved that little dress shoppe. What was it
called?
Jane:
~puff, drag, puff~ La Fuckin’ Expensive?
That one?
Blanche: ~laughs~ Oh Jane Dear stop it. It had a
lovely name Bon Mots or something.
Jane:
~drag~ You know Blanche, next time we
go to Europe, France we should hit Amsterdam.
Blanche:
Whatever for?
Jane:
The canals and those gondolas. Oh and the hairy men paddling them.
Blanche:
Jane Dear. You’re thinking of Venice?
Jane:
I am? Huh. What about going to Rome then and watch a bullfight? ~drag, puff~
Blanche:
Oh hah, hah! Jane love, you’re thinking of Spain. Rome has the Coliseum.
Jane:
It does? Shit! I am confused now…
Blanche:
Here Jane Dear, read these.
Jane:
~puff, puff~ Whatzat?
Blanche:
A book on geography and an atlas!
