Speak to us of the future!
At the stroke of midnight, four men gather at the edge of a pool, the stillness of the pool acting like a mirror to reflect the mesmerizing glow of a full moon. The deadly thrum of an ancient tribal beat breaks the silence of the night. Oblivious to the music, the eldest stands in a cloak of glittering black with his devil-eyes seemingly focused on a glowing ebony ball, muttering vague portents of the future - while the other members of the coven listen on intently, hands desperately clutching their vials of sacrificial wine.
Not forgetting their wasabi-laced nuts.
Far from being the arcane setting of a supernatural thriller, that pool's in a sky bar, the four are slightly soused with cocktails and all are staring into a magic 8-ball for answers to the mysteries of life.
Staring incredulously at the Magic 8-Ball!
For some obscure reason, my eminently practical sister-in-law handed Charming Calvin the magic 8-ball as a present. Not clear the reasons why - unless it's quite obvious to all ( except me! ) that Calvin's wrestling with some pretty heavy questions that only the ball could answer! Bet he stared at the gift for a few minutes wondering just WTF.
Fortunately he brought the magic 8-ball along for supper though - since Zany Zinedine had frantic questions aplenty after getting past his first traumatic break-up over sashimi and green tea. He always did love things Japanese. Though I think the sushi store will never be quite as zen after that particular blow-up.
So we knew we had to get Zinedine partially sloshed. After all, what better way to cure a broken heart than with cocktails, nuts and fortune-telling?
And rebound sex.
Paul : The Ball sees all! Will Zinedine lost his precious V-Card in the next three months?
Zinedine : WTF!
Paul : Hmmm... the Magic 8-Ball says doubtful.
Zinedine : WTF!
BTW Looks like Charming Calvin will be getting an apartment here and I have to find a maid.
At least according to the Magic 8 Ball.