Afternoon intermission.

Modest is what I’m about.

Thank you dear Ethan.  (:

Now let’s day drink!

Cheers!

Yours,
LostGirl

This is just great. Seriously. It's a real moment!

Thanks lovely lady!

You’re the coolest. 😎

I did my best to ensnare this moment in time. This is my snapshot takeaway.

Yours,
LostGirl

To your cheeky little grin, drinking buddy.

Mission accomplished. (;

Yours,
LostGirl

This great piece of ink has that wonderful "Bukowski" feel to it.
Cheers...Harry

What a marvel of a wordsmith you are dear Harry.

Thanks for your thoughtful feedback. (:

I look forward to reading more of you.

P.S. (Your profile picture is sexy).

P.P.S. (That isn’t just the alcohol talking).

Yours,
LostGirl

Haha...I feel flattered LG.

Petite vivacious smooth like satin

Sounds like the three components of my dating profile. (;

Thanks for kicking your hooves up, deer. (;

Yours,
LostGirl

LoL!! Funny!!

Glad I could be responsible for at the very least - a sincere chuckle.  😉

Yours,
LostGirl

Beefeater Gin , ginger ale and a twist of lime....starts and finishes this just fine! Yeah, like that!!!

Nothing sweeter than a happy hour gin cocktail.

Yeah, just LIKE that. (;

Yours,
LostGirl

Amusing alliteration with the type and verb choices.

Thank you, Jazzy.

You know your shit. (;

I am humbled.


Yours,
LostGirl

I don’t know about that. I was just fortunate to have English educators that I loved, and parents who loved to read. I for one find it easier to discuss other people’s work as opposed to my own. Not that I am on par with him but I tend to approach things like Lennon: more into putting it together and letting it go. Not really the meticulous guy like McCartney.

The question is, "patiently waiting for what?" That could go in a lot of different directions. Leaves the reader to imagine.  Excellent write LG.

hugs,
buddhakitty.

Interpret my "meow" any which way you want, kitty.

Thanks for the RL. I am humbled to your paws. (;

Yours,
LostGirl

So much honesty and pathos
Really enjoyed this entry

Like

I’m most happy you roped your lasso around this one, cowboy.

Humbled for the RL add, I might add. (:

GIDDYUP!

Yours,
LostGirl

Love the simplicity of this and although I do not drink it paints an nice picture. The tune Happy Hour by The Housemartins is now spinning in my head and I just love Ska music : )

Time to dance    

You can live vicariously through my love of Happy Hour, beautiful lady.

Thanks for reading. (:

Your comment is very polite, eh.

Your favourite Canuck,
LostGirl

I see Happy Hour is started and although my icon is a beautiful woman wrapped in a musical stave but long haired rocker boy here. Where I post my music I use a picture of me just really liked the picture I chose for this site.

beautifully understated with great observations and description, really like this - brought back many happy our memories some good, some bad. Life is a conundrum.

excellent write :-)))))))))))))))))))))))))

Thank you David.

“Life is a conundrum.”

You bet your ass it is.

Thankfully, we have Happy Hour to tide us over. (;

Yours,
LostGirl

Some happy hours last 2 hours. I know this little place in Bournemouth... lol. ;-)

Don’t tease a girl, you little Snag, you. (;

Thanks for reading.

Yours,
LostGirl

Ok, so what's the deeper meaning with your poem...Did I miss it?

I’ll tell you right after I finish this drink. (;

Hey it's ok. I don't mind the open-ended conclusion here. Patiently waiting for your boyfriend & or patiently waiting for cheaper drinks & your boo boo. Either way, it could be a win-win situation all round or a complete f*cking disaster! lol. ;-)

for me, this reads as the intermission between lunchtime drinking and happyhour drinking, the attention to detail a mere distraction from the length of wait. a serial drinker of a poem. an honest, controlled write.

of course, it could be something quite other, but that's what i read it as.

You are quickly becoming a force here in the Deep, Mrs. Butters.

Thank you for your in depth insights.

I'm grateful, you took a big swig of my ink.

(;

Yours,
Losty

if poetry be the drink of the thirstiest, pour on!