Callisto's Daydreams & Cosmopolitans

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The play is done; the curtain drops,
Slow falling to the prompters bell
A moment yet the actor stops
And looks around to say farewell.
It is an irksome word and task:
And when hes laughed and said his say
He shows, as he removes the mask,
A face thats anything but gay.

--William Makepeace Thackeray

I have found in my life, that I spend a lot of time running. running from people, places, problems. And there is one person in particular that I have spent a lot of my time trying to get rid of. And then, as if by lightning, I was hit with the realization that I will never be rid of that person. That they are part of me. A bad part at times, perhaps, but a part all the same.

Her name is Callisto and she is disliked by most of my friends and family. A bad influence, they say. and I suppose they are right. But she is the rock inside me. the voice that says "stay strong. you can get through anything." She has a good heart when you get down to it, but she tries to show the world she is made of stone. Sometimes she is a little bitchy, more often than not she is a little too bad, and she is always a pain in the ass. But she is my best friend, my confidant. she knows all my inner demons, and she thinks no less of me for them. After years without her in my life, I was a little startled, but not completely surprised to meet her in a bar in NY. I was out having a few drinks with my boss after work a week or so before Halloween when she showed up. Classy and charming she strolled right over to me and took hold. I had not realized how much I had missed her until that moment. And I decided that there had to be a way to meld our two personalities together to create a perfect balance.

I had to invite her out for Halloween then. And although the plan originally included only me and my sister at NY's freaky Village parade, it turned out quite differently. Not only did we miss the parade and now have Callisto with us, we also gained a 4th person, who for the sake of this websight asked to go by the name "Duke," or something "Manly." Duke it is. And instead of bar-hopping, we stuck to just one Irish bar. Good thing too, as my weakling of a sister can't hold her liquor. We blame the flirtatious Bartender, Francis who kept feeding us free booze. Sometimes its good to be a woman. He was particularly taken by Katie. But the perfect lady, (well, as much of a lady as you can be when your smashed) she showed him her engagement ring and in fact wouldn't shut up about her Fiancé, A.B, Yes Katie, we all know you love him; sheesh.

I am quite the fan of Cosmopolitans, as you might have noticed from the title of this blog. (Thank you Davey). Callisto is much more of a Martini girl. Actually, they are both quite similar except that one is Pink. Well, there is more too it than that, but you get the idea. Anyways, Cally was loving her cosmos that night.

That's her. Man, I want that hair. Anyways, that's an empty glass she is holding. It held a Cosmo at one point. Later, I would spill one. A few minutes later, Katie would spill her Appletini. Now, "Duke" can be quite a handful. Good guy though. Dirty mind, very silly.

Cally took an instant liking to him. Of course, after a few cosmos, she loved him!

He doesn't seem to be too miserable either. Katie went as an Angel... an angel in a mini skirt.

That is my sister there. Isn't she beautiful. Actually its funny b/c Katie doesn't really like Callisto. Well, it isn't so much that she doesn't like her. Its just that she worries for me. That is her job I suppose. Oh this is Francis, by the way...

and there he is again...

this is some dude...

Scary. I don't know his name. I think Katie remembers it. I gotta tell you, I am surprised she remembers anything. Now me, when I drink I lose hours at a time. I wish I didn't sometimes... then again, other times I am glad I have this. Its quite convenient. Anyways, so that was it really. We left the bar much too early and I went home to sleep off my booze. Callisto and I have been spending more time together, and while I am enjoying it, I cannot help but feel like I did when I was 17. And this is some scary stuff.