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Ed and Hank
Saturday in the park...
NOTE: Ed and Hank go to Groovefest, which was a few months ago. Many apologies for the length of time between posts. Rating: Back to a G (Ed's still real irritated with Hank about the NC-17 one, even though he still won't even read it.) Disclaimer: Hank told their story to Annie Proulx. Jack and Ennis are all hers. Ed and Hank belong only to each other. $$: Nope.
LJ-cut: The lj-cut is still not working right for Hank. He has to use HTML to make it work but if he tries to fix even one little typo, inside or outside the shaded lj-cut area, the lj-cut will stop working. LJ hasn't been able to fix it. Any help/suggestions would be appreciated.
Links to all previous parts are here:
http://myeyesaintblue.livejournal.com/10082.html
Saturday in the park...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3rR7gP4o6s
"So's Ed... Ya wanna sit closer ta the front in their chairs...
or set up our chairs... or throw this here blanket
on the ground somewheres...?"
"Our chairs. They're more comfortable than theirs
'n we can see better than sittin'
on the ground."
"Our chairs it is.
Is right here okay with you...?"
"Yep."
A minute later...
"Tha' fella should jus' get up some gumption
'n make his move..."
"Wha' the hell are you talkin' about, Hank...?"
"Tha' fella there... He should make his move... Go on, fella...
Jus' get up 'n go over there 'n ask him somethin'... Ask him if'n he likes the band...
Ask him if'n he's from around here... Ask him if'n it's hot enough fer him...
Hell... Jus' go on 'n ask him somethin'..."
"Keep yer voice down or he might hear ya..."
"He cain't hear me...
But maybe it wouldn' be so's bad if could..."
"Jus' listen ta the music
'n stop playin' Cupid, dumbass."
"Shit. Too late...
Somebody shoulda told him tha' ya gotta strike
while the iron's hot."
"Yer crazy, Hank."
"We'll jus' see about tha'..."
"'N stop takin' pictures of them fellas."
"I'm takin' pictures of the band."
"Yeah. Right."
"Lookit tha'...
I betcha tha' fella is sayin' somethin' to him
kinda like what this here song they're playin' is sayin'...
'Hey, Good lookin'... whatcha got cookin'...?
How's about cookin' somethin'
up with me...?'"
"You are such a dumbass sometimes."
"'N lookit tha'...
Now I betcha that other fella's sayin'... 'Ya know...
I got a hot-rod Ford 'n a two dollar bill 'n I know a spot right over the hill...
where there's soda pop 'n the dancin' is free...
So's if'n ya wanna have fun come
along with me'..."
"The dancin's free here, dumbass...
Alls ya gotta do is get up 'n start dancin'..."
"Ya wanna dance, Ed...?"
"No way."
"There's a surprise. 'Sides...
I don't think tha's the kinda dancin' them fellas
are int'rested in."
"You don't know wha' the hell them fellas
are talkin' about."
"I don't, huh...?"
"Well... Ya don't know fer sure anyways..."
"I cain't help feelin' bad fer this guy though...
He shoulda made his hay while the sun was still shinin'..."
"In case ya didn' notice...
the sun's still shinin', dumbass..."
"'S just an expression, dumbass..."
"I know tha', dumbass."
"So's, Ed...?"
"Yeah...?"
"Ya wanna go home 'n cook somethin' up with me...?
Somethin' hot... real hot..."
"You jus' spent an hour talkin' me inta comin' here...
'n we spent thirty minutes drivin' ta town...
'n now ya wanna go already...?"
"Maybe."
"You ever think of anythin' else...?"
"Not often."
"Didn' think so."
"You complainin'?"
"Nope."
"Didn't think so."
"So's... how 'bout I give ya a raincheck
'n we sit 'n listen ta the music fer a while...?"
"Raincheck...?
'N case ya didn' notice...
there ain't a rain cloud in the sky..."
"'S just an expression, dumbass..."
"I know tha', dumbass."
"So's... I guess I was jus' lucky..."
"Whaddya mean, Ed...?"
"I was lucky tha' there weren't a third fella workin' with us
up on our mountain tha' summer... 'cause I surely woulda been too slow
'n he woulda got ta ya first...."
"So's now yer callin' yerself 'Shirley'...?"
"Yeah. D'ya think it suits me?"
"Nope. 'N Ed...?"
"Yeah...?"
"If'n you think anyone else
coulda turned my head away from you,
yer the crazy one..."
"Thanks, Hank."
"But... ya know what I think..."
"Nope. But I'm purty sure yer gonna tell me."
"I think if'n there had been a third fella up there workin' with us
you wouldna come nowheres near me."
"Yeah... Yer prob'bly right.
I sure am glad there weren't no one else
up there with us..."
"Yeah, Ed... Me too."
"Real glad."
"Uh... Ed...?"
"Yeah...?"
"Ya do realize tha' ya jus' put yer hand
on my arm, dontcha...?"
"Yep."
'N ya do realize tha' we're in town
'n out in public, dontcha...?"
"I know where the hell I am, dumbass."
"Well tha's a relief... I thought maybe ya migh' be havin'
some kinda psychotic break or somethin'...
'Course I guess we still cain't rule
that out completely..."
"I ain't havin' a psychotic break, dumbass..."
"Ya prob'bly wouldn' be aware of it if'n ya were."
"So's far as I am aware...
I ain't havin' a psychotic break."
"So... Wha's the occasion then...?"
"Let's jus' say it's on accounta Groovefest...
Partly anyways..."
"Groovefest inspired ya
ta commit a public display of affection, huh...?
I guess it does give us a couple a days ev'ry year when all a them
bible-thumpin'-flag-wavin'-holier-than-thou folks
stay at home 'n leave the park ta
the rest of us..."
"Well most of 'em stay home anyways..."
"D'ya think they take tha' flag with 'em
everywhere they go?"
"Yep."
"Well... I guess they always gotta
keep a few of 'em around ta keep on eye on
us dangerous types..."
"Yep. 'Cause ya never know
when some queer fella like m'self might
have a psychotic break 'n put his hand on the arm
of the dumbass he loves..."
"A bible-thumpin' patriot could be scarred fer life
seein' somethin' like tha'..."
"Then they jus' better avert their damn eyes...
'S a free country after all..."
"You absolutely sure about that, Ed...?"
"Yep. It says so right over there..."
"Over where...?"
"Over there... On tha' new street sign..."
"I guess it must be so then."
"Yep. 'S righ' there in red, white 'n blue."
"Well tha' sure is a big ol' relief.
I was gettin' real worried fer a while there..."
"Yep. Me too."
"You want some lemonade, Ed...?
I think they're sellin' fresh squeezed lemonade...
I'll go getcha one..."
"So's that's it...?
No rantin 'n ravin' about tha'
new street sign...?"
"Nah...
I was thinkin' of startin' up...
But it's way too nice a day ta start rantin' 'n ravin'.
I jus' wanna relax 'n ferget about all a them dumbasses...
Fer a l'il while anyways..."
"You sure you ain't the one havin' some kinda psychotic break or somethin'...?"
"Could be. But if'n I am I'm enjoyin' it. 'N I sure do like Groovefest... It's like a big ol' breath a fresh air blowin' through this buttoned-up town."
"Yeah. It sure is. Thanks fer talkin' me inta comin', Hank."
"Yer welcome. But... ya know... ya don't gotta keep yer hand on my arm, Ed... Groovefest or not... I know ya still worry about folks wantin' ta hurt us 'n all..."
"Cain't say as I don't... worry that is... Sometimes anyways..."
"'N I cain't rightly say tha' ya don't got reason ta worry... There's a whole lotta folks tha' feel real strong-like about gay folks 'round here... 'n not 'xactly in a love thy neighbor, live 'n let live, we-are-the-world kinda way..."
"Hell... I know tha' well enough... But... when I first saw tha' sign you were ahead a me a few steps... 'n I said yer name but ya didn't hear me over the music... 'n then I wanted ta reach out 'n jus' grab yer arm 'n pull ya back 'n point it out to ya... but I stopped m'self... 'cause I always do when we're out 'n public... 'N then it just hit me... that it ain't right... This is s'posed ta be a free country... But I don't feel like I can even grab yer arm... or put my hand on yer arm or on yer shoulder or on yer back... like other folks do with each other all the time without even thinkin' about it..."
"I know ya don't, Ed... 'N I know it ain't right."
"'N then I figured seein' as our gov'erment is so hell-bent on convincin' us we live in a free country maybe it's along about time I cowboyed up 'n started actin' like we really do... 'n stopped watchin' my ev'ery move 'n stopped lookin' over my shoulder all the time..."
"For real, Ed...? Not just on accounta Groovefest...?"
"Fer real... I guess... But... Hell... I'm so used ta watchin' m'self it's gonna be real hard ta stop... but I figure Groovefest is a better place than most ta start stoppin'... So's when I felt like puttin' my hand on yer arm... I did... 'n dirty looks from them bible-thumpers be damned..."
"Is someone givin' us dirty looks...?"
"I dunno... I ain't looked over my shoulder."
"I betcha no one's even noticed, Ed... 'Xcept me... 'N the kinda dirty looks I give ya you don't gen'rally seem ta mind... Hey... How 'bout I throw a dirty look yer way 'n you try 'n guess 'xactly what it is I'm thinkin' about...?"
"You are such a dumbass sometimes."
"Nope. Close though... I was thinkin' about your fine ass... not my own dumb one... Ya want me ta throw ya another one...?"
"Nope."
"How 'bout later on...? Back at home...?"
"Yep."
"'S a date then... So... does this touchin' stuff go both ways...? Ya know... What's good fer the gander's good fer the other gander...?"
"Shit... I guess so... Within reason a course..."
"So's... I s'pose actually holdin' hands is out...?"
"No need ta go hog-wild right off the bat."
"Ya know... It would appear I owe them dumbass local civic leaders a big ol' thank-you fer puttin' up tha' dumbass sign..."
"I guess ya do. But... Jus' go easy on me... Okay...? 'S gonna take me a while ta get used ta this..."
"Don't worry, Ed... I'll go easy on ya..."
"Thanks, Hank."
"'N ya know what else...?"
"Wha'...?"
"If'n there had been three of us up on our mountain... you mighta tried ta steer clear a gettin' too close ta me... but I sure as hell woulda found a way ta get close ta you..."
"Ya woulda, huh...?"
"Damn right I woulda... I woulda kept thinkin' up all kinds of reasons tha' the two of us shoulda stayed together in camp while the other fella was stuck up there with all them sheep... Or vice versa... If'n I had ta..."
"Are you tellin' me you tha' you woulda been willin' ta spend more time with all them sheep jus' ta be with me...?"
"Yep."
"Guess it musta been true love from the get go."
"Yep. 'N if'n all tha' didn' work... I fin'lly jus' woulda dragged ya behind some big ol' boulder or somethin' 'n had my way with ya."
"Ya always did get yer way."
"I still do."
"Ya sure as hell do."
"So's... You've decided ta go half-a-hog wild in move yer hand down ta my wrist, huh...?"
"Yep. It's Groovefest after all."
"I sure do love yer groovy ass, Ed."
"'N I love yer groovy ass too, Hank."
"Hey... Maybe we should stick around 'til after dark 'n make off with tha' 'Freedom Blvd' sign..."
"Ya wanna take back some freedom, huh...?"
"Yep... Symbolic-like anyways... 'N mark the day you decided ta claim a l'il more of it fer yerself... 'n fer us..."
"I ain't stealin' tha' sign, Hank."
"Guess we'll just hafta mark the day some other way..."
"I think we'll manage ta figure somethin' out..."
"I got a few ideas already..."
"I jus' betcha do."
"So's... d'ya think our ol' friend Henry is enjoyin' this breath a fresh air...?"
"I wouldn' put it past him."
"Me neither. I like ta think tha' maybe beneath tha' steely exterior good ol' Henry's justa big ol flower child at heart..."
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"Saturday in the park...
Ya know it weren't the fourth of july...
People talkin', really smilin'... A man playin' guitar...
Singin' for us all... Will you help Henry change the world...?
Can you dig it? (Yes, I can) And we've been waitin'
such a long time..."
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By the way:
Hank wanted to take more pictures of Groovefest for y'all...
But the batteries ran out in his camera and he forgot to bring extras
and the recharger (duh) But... anyways...
it was something like this:
Okay. Maybe not quite.
But as close as their little town ever gets.
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We now return you back to your regularly scheduled
small town values:
http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=184114&title=The-Best-F#&king-News-Team-Ever---Small-Town-Values
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