cottage_parties pete "its like a cottage party" she said, slowly sipping her drink. "the glasses, the crickets, the rum and coke..." "even the cars sound like they're on a distant highway" i said. "yes, but we're in the middle of the city." i tried to think of how many times i've had a conversation with her, how often had we just casually hung out together. though i've seen her more days than not for the last two years i could probably count our genuine conversations on my hands. that is just the way of things, i guess, her being my roomate's girlfriend, one of my best friend's old roomate, and a generally quiet person to begin with. there is something with rum and coke that brings out the conversations though. the last time we talked she was complaining how her boyfriend cut her off by dumping the last of her drinks down the drain. the poor girl obviously didn't need anymore, and was plotting to get him drunk. but he was being the responsible one, as the rest of us (who were hosting the party) were either too drunk or too stoned to be much help if trouble arose. she sipped her drink again, reaching for the box of cookies. "all the books i've tried to read this summer have put me to sleep..." the question was unasked, but assumed. "i have a few books you might like..." 050817 what's it to you? who go blather from