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3WW–punch, unravel, tee-shirt–fiction–Honky Tonk Angel Old Ho Home

February 20, 2008 By pia

Pia Savage Fiction
Thanks Bone . I might not be able to comment or post much as I’m hoping to leave next week–finally! Have taxes to prepare for the preparer, files to be cleaned and many many little things. Courting is probably going on hiatus.

Fast, unedited–and I’m going to have start taping my BFF and my conversations. Though I’m leaving which makes me both happy and sad. This is for the girl who will be my roommate at the old ho home
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Lainey and Maris were sitting at a table in the back of the bar. Lainey was choking into her beer:
No, we’re like Grace and what’s her name on Saving Grace
Laura San Giacomo.
She has a name
Yeah, Grace’s best friend
Is that what you think of me, Maris Kane’s best friend?
Maybe, maybe not. Look at him.

They looked at a man in a tight black tee-shirt, black jeans, long black hair tied into a very nice ponytail, and earring. He seemed to be smiling at them. Maris wondered if they should try to pick him up. This time Lainey didn’t just choke but sputtered:
Girl we were retired years ago into the permanent collection of The Old Ho’s House
So? Just shows how great we are. We still have it.
You’re crazy. Look at the girls in here. All size double zero up to two.
Oh come on Lainey. Are we or we are not honky tonk angels.
Yeah 20 years ago, we were called that exactly once by a drunk…
You married him.
True but shouldn’t that tell you something?

Lainey hated to be the rational one. She wanted to believe that their looks could still pack a punch. She wanted this night at the last remaining C&W club in New York to be fun but remind them they weren’t 30 anymore. 30 did seem to last through two decades. But there had to be an end to youth. Maris was holding on so hard….

Lainey really didn’t want to watch Maris unravel, but….

Filed Under: 3WW, Fiction Tagged With: 3WW

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Comments

  1. Bone says

    February 20, 2008 at 11:04 pm

    30 did seem to last through two decades.

    I’m already seeing proof of that. Funny story. Great last few lines.

  2. TonyG says

    February 21, 2008 at 1:52 am

    This reads very real. Witty dialogue. Felt like I was eavesdropping on them.

  3. TC says

    February 21, 2008 at 6:40 pm

    I’ve been trying on and off all day to get access to your blog to read this! Uff da!

    I think we all need a friend to belong to the old Ho’s club with 🙂

  4. rel says

    February 21, 2008 at 9:27 pm

    pia,
    Hey there girl, don’t make them ho’s old before their time. 😉
    rel

  5. lissa says

    February 21, 2008 at 10:31 pm

    I guess people rarely change and always try to hold on to their youth. nice dialogues.

  6. xinh says

    February 21, 2008 at 10:38 pm

    Interestingly enough, I know a few ladies who will be part of the Old Ho Home.

  7. Marcia (MeeAugraphie) says

    February 21, 2008 at 11:24 pm

    Old Ho’s Home… Do I qualify? I want both worlds, hold on to youth AND the freedom that comes with aging… Really like the flow of this, Pia, I agree that it was like eavesdropping on them, like I was there.

  8. Becca says

    February 21, 2008 at 11:47 pm

    You definitely put me right there in the bar at the next table, listening in on this great conversation. I’d like to know what happens next…

    Love your blog – thanks for visiting mine 🙂

  9. cooper says

    February 22, 2008 at 12:13 am

    I loved this.

    I was able to read you via my reader though, that is the good things about them because though I could not access the site I could read it full feed.
    The contractor blog is on and off formatted weird so I can’t comment there.

  10. WriterKat says

    February 22, 2008 at 12:19 am

    I love this, it’s so natural and reminiscent. I love the 2 decades of 30. Nice descriptors.

  11. Carole says

    February 22, 2008 at 6:57 am

    I loved the humour. The dialogue is so alive and the guy in the black t-shirt so vivid.

  12. Christine says

    February 22, 2008 at 11:52 am

    These two don’t sound like they’re ready to be put out to pasture. They have too much spark and wit for that. As usual, entertaining writing, pia.

  13. pjd says

    February 22, 2008 at 3:49 pm

    Fun read. Universally appealing as anyone over 35 can identify with them.

  14. Amarettogirl says

    February 22, 2008 at 11:39 pm

    I thought this was great – an enjoyable well-written read that immersed me into the scene drooling in green envy at all the size0-2 or was it 4’s in the room! great. Thanks! Oh and good luck on your trip!

  15. Michelle Johnson says

    February 23, 2008 at 12:07 am

    It seems like ages since I have dropped by here, Pia. I am so sorry for the lapse. I enjoyed this story. It’s just like women not wanting to give up their youth even though they know it’s already gone. Thanks for sharing your story. Have a nice weekend.

  16. paisley says

    February 24, 2008 at 8:02 pm

    you know i can identify with laine and maris in the WORST way possible… and damn he would have to be dressed in black AND sporting a pony tail wouldn’t he….. didn’t happen to notice if he had any ink or not did you??????? oh well… a girl can remember when huh……..

    well accomplished.. .i could picture myself on either end of that conversation with ease!!!! what i couldn’t do with some “stud service”….. but i am ever too proud to admit i cant get it myself anymore!!!!!!!

  17. Jason says

    February 25, 2008 at 10:35 am

    Old Ho’s Home… Ooooh, love it! Great phrase. And wonderful read, as always.

  18. UL says

    February 26, 2008 at 10:43 pm

    i missed the 3ww prompt last week, but wanted to see your take, so i am here at last, this was really short and well put. thanks pia, you always do them well..i also read you are leaving soon…here’s wishing you the very best..

  19. James Rea (Executive Director A&R) Recording Artists' Music Alliance / Nashville TN says

    June 9, 2008 at 3:15 pm

    I recently received a letter from a lady in Bakersfield, CA telling me about their last remaining Honky Tonk. What is the name of the one you refered to, in New York?

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