THE GET-TOGETHERS

Chip put Gary Lewis and the Playboys on the record player. It really was a record player. It had a 45 attachment. Chip said, this is the life, having you guys here, there’s food in the icebox, and the women are expected any minute now. Some of us patted Chip on the back. Nobody wanted to dispel the cloud of optimism he generated. At four Ronny asked if there was anything on TV. By that time we had made it through the complete Herman’s Hermits and some bootleg Cathy and the Capybaras. Henry said there was boxing on, and some movies like Courtney’s Protuberance and Just Stand There and Smile. Let’s watch a cooking show, Peewee said. It was around this time that the women arrived, naked as the day they cleaned themselves up. Some sex would be good for all of us, Chip said. So for a while it was a great tangle of limbs and hair and shiny shiny flesh. Then someone said, and maybe it was Helen, let’s get some Chinese delivered. I could really go for some long life noodles. I still had Tamara’s breast in my teeth and someone was tapping me on the fundament. I’m hungry too, I guess, I threw in. While we waited for the food, Chip showed us how they dance in Indianapolis. After dinner, which was middling toothsome, we began the discussions. It was on this night that we all declared our fervency for the country, right or left. It was on this night that we put it in writing, the documents you have before you now. We are giddy about the future at present, having produced these writings. Our get-togethers proved to be of some small importance. Sex and Food and Music, Chip wanted to call the proclamation. We patted Chip some more. Damn it, we love Chip. We vowed to have more meetings at his place and he promised us next time the new album by Rabbit Leathers and the Bodgies.

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