rainy friday night

it was friday.
you were alone
with a bottle
of red wine and
a fully charged
cell phone. yes.
a very bad
combination. add
in a rainy night,
toss in some
ice, some bad
karma, old stale
crackers, bad
advice and away
you go. you speed
dial your old
flame, your new
friend from italy,
gina, from spain.
you figure out
the camera function.
it's not good.
it's a train
wreck and you're
at the wheel.
and by evening's
end it's a call
for a mop up
in every aisle.