Page 36 of Revelry
Gertrude’s message came through a couple of days later when I had my arm up a cow’s ass. It’s a glamorous job. I pulled off my full arm plastic glove, the cow lowing in relief and tugged my phone out of my jeans back pocket.
Unknown:It’s Gertie.
Unknown:I stole your number from Kat.
Unknown:First appointment on the Fun Agenda…
Unknown:Or as I like to call it “Fagenda.”
Unknown:Wait, that sounds like vagina.
Unknown:I’ll come up with a new name.
Unknown:Anyway…
I wiped my hand over my mouth to smother the smirk trying to make its way onto my face.
She was a multiple messager. Theworstkind of messager in my opinion, but it shouldn’t have surprised me. I saved her number and waited for the rest of her brainwave to come across.
Gertrude:Daisy has been helping Max plan a Halloween event at The Lonely Bison so that’s our first stop.
Gertrude:There’s going to be a Monster Mash-Off, costume competition and apple bobbing, stuff like that.
Gertrude:Lots of gentle fun to be had to start you off slowly.
Gertrude:So make sure you get a costume ready.
A party? Parties, especially in venues full of people, were not my idea of a good time. But I was doing this to push myself and I would just have to trust her.
Me:K.
There was a pause and then it said she was typing.
Gertrude:K?
Gertrude:Just K?
Gertrude:Not, thank you Gertie for finding us something fun to do?
Gertrude:For coming up with an agenda?
Gertrude:For giving me another chance after being an unrivalled douchebag? For helpign me with my stick-ectomy?
I could picture her nose wrinkling in annoyance, her eyes flashing and a giddy feeling overtook me.
Me:*helping
I was getting far too much joy from our interaction.
She enjoyed pushing my buttons, well I enjoyed pushing hers too. I wondered what it would take to get her all riled up and spittin’ fire.
Gertrude:*Sighs*
Gertrude:Saturday 7pm, I’ll pick you up.
Gertrude:BYO costume.
Me:Thx.
