Friday, March 5, 2010
Seven Nights with Ponygirl
Where were we?
As you may recall, Love Of My Life (TM) Ponygirl stayed with me for a fortnight in late Jan / early Feb. Pulling the "I'm not ready for a steady relationship and beside I live 7 hours away" line, I sought, much to many reader's discomfort or disgust, consolation rudies (by the way, thanks Obtuse for that word: rudies).
I propositioned Ponygirl for sex and/or her hand in marriage about five times and she rejecetd me every single time. Then she offered me sex one time, and I stupidly rejected the offer. Damn ethics.
So anyway, three weeks went past and she was back again, for a week, to stage manage a rather large show I had produced. In the intervening three weeks there was one major development in her life - she decided against living on the farm, and she accepted a full time job in Melbourne, starting in a month at an entertainment agency (I went referee).
So, she's moving to Melbourne! Suddenly the 'distance' thing is not an issue.
So what happened during our week together? Will the move to Melbourne alter the dynamics of our 3 year on again / off again romance? Will she at least drop the stupid 'no sex for you' rule? Will I beg for even a chance to wash her brassiere in with my undies? Let's see...
Friday Feb 26
She arrives in Melbourne to see my band play. She is a little tipsy and spoils the band rotten by twice bringing drinks up and on to the stage as we're playing (one set of rum shots, one of beer). Always the stage manager. After the gig (an early one) I hit the iced-waters and coffee for a few hours then drive back to the Surf Coast. She stays at a friend's house in Melbourne.
Saturday Feb 27
She arrives at my house in the afternoon. We go to Surfer Joe's for dinner and catch up. We have an early night as we have a lot to do the next day. We sleep in separate beds.
Sunday Feb 28
Up at 9am. We work on show run-sheets until 5pm. Then, we spend the evening getting very drunk and playing Rummikub. We play 20 or so rounds. I win only one of them. She is very, very good at the game, even when sloshed. Bed at 1am, separate beds.
Monday March 1
Show is installed. She supervises, 9am - 7pm, while I work on future shows in my office. That evening, she comes home and re-works runsheet from 8pm - 1am, making me stay awake in case she needs advice. I sit in pyjamas at the kitchen table reading the Collected Poems of Raymond Carver, ocassionally giving advice, and making the cuppas. Separate beds.
Tuesday March 2
Show is rehearsed under her supervision and direction. She works 7am - 6pm. Then, at night, she continues to alter runsheets until her brain fries. She's stressed. I went to bed at 11pm. At 1am, she crawls into my bed, cuddles me, and we fall asleep within seconds.
Wednesday March 3
She works 6am - 7pm. Day one of show runs well. Minimal working at night, and we go to separate beds, early.
Thursday March 4
She works 6am - 11pm. Show runs perfectly. After-party for show crew at my house til 2am, we all get a little drunk. She's a bit flirty with me, but I think it is more out of relief from the show working. She's just happy. We go to separate beds.
Friday March 5
Ponygirl departs, early, to get back to farm. She's back in 9 days' time to do one more show for me before she starts full-time in Melbourne.
Pretty boring, huh?
I know I promised excitement and drama, but just like any film starring Denzel Washington post-Malcolm X, it was a lie.
Romeo and Juliet we were not. Jerry and Elaine would be the closest example.
If you're thinking that I have wised up and found some inner-strength and dignity in my dealings with Ponygirl, you'd be right. But if you think I found this inner-strength without some, er, assistance, you'd be wrong.
See, something else happened in the intervening three weeks.
Something very good happened.
As Raymond Carver so beautifully put it in a poem about driving towards his new girlfriend's house after divorcing his wife, I am...
"...moving toward whatever ancient thing
it is that works the chains
that pulls us so relentlessly on."
Wish me luck.
**If you click the Songstress link, jump to Jan 26.