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Wednesday Night Fever

Queens, Dec 10, 2008

Neil’s mother is cooking in the kitchen.  Neil is in the bathroom, combing his hair.

Mother: “Where ya going?”

Neil: “Out.”

Mother: “Where ya going?”

Neil: “I said out.”

Mother: “I know what you said.  I wanna know where you are going!  I wanna know who you’re gonna be seeing.”

Neil comes out of the bathroom, his hair slicked back.

Neil: “None of your f**kin’ business, Mom!  I’m going out.  Jesus.  What am I a prisoner here?”

Mother: “You live here, you live by my rules.”

Neil: “What are ya gonna do, throw me out?  You want me to leave?  You really want me to leave?  Cause I’ll walk right out and never come back?  Is that what you want?!”

Mother (crying):  “No, no, no.  I’m sorry, Neil.  Go, have a good time. (handing him ten dollars)  Here’s some money for you to enjoy yourself.  Just don’t stay out too late.”

Neil: “I’ll be home when I WANT to come home.”

Mother: “Sure, sure…”

Neil slams the door behind him, and leaves his apartment building wearing his tightest jeans, sexiest shirt, and disco shoes.  He confidently walks down the boulevard, in rhythm to Britney Spears latest single.  As Neil walks down the street, all eyes are on him.  Everyone in Queens knows, wants him, or wants to be like him.  Neil enters Valentino’s, the hottest pizzeria on Kissena Boulevard.  Everyone shouts his name.

Everybody:
“Neil!  The King is here!’

Neil has arrived and the party can get rolling!

Neil: “Yo! how ya doing, everyone!  Joey!  Tony!  Raj!  Bagel!  Mr. DJ!  BigBoy!  Donna!”

Donna comes up to Neil and rubs against him, like a lonely little kitten.  She is wearing the tightest dress imaginable.

Donna: “So, Neil, are you finally gonna f**k me in the back of your car tonight?  Cause I will do anything you want, even the crazy shit from behind.”

Neil: “Donna, ain’t you got any self-respect?”

Donna: “I do have respect  I respect ya a lot.  That’s why you don’t have to buy me a slice of pizza before you do me like a dog!  So, is your car outside?”

Neil: “Are you f**kin’ stupid, Donna!  My car is in LA, and even it was here, I’m not gonna be humpin’ some easy whore like you in the back of my new Toyota Prius.  It ain’t environmentally sound.  Now if I had my gas-guzzling Hyndai Santa Fe SUV, that would be a different story.”

Luigi, the Pizza Maker: “So, Neil, what do you want to eat — the usual — a plain slice?

Tony: “None of that pineapple shit on the pizza like those yuppie assholes in Redondo Beach, right Neil?”

Bagel: “Those California phonies are idiots.  We should bash their heads in.  Hey, let’s do that.  Let’s go over there right now and f**kin’ bash their heads in!”

Neil: “Bagel, California is 3000 miles away.”

Bagel: “F**k that!  F**k California!  F**k the LA Dodgers!  Brooklyn Dodgers!  Brooklyn Dodgers! Those Dodgers belong in Brooklyn!  Assholes.”

Luigi, the Pizza Maker: “So, how many slices, Neil?  And no money from you.  It’s on the house.  You’re the King here.  You’re the most famous person to ever eat in this pizzeria other than Fran Drescher (showing Neil the photo of Fran Drescher on the wall for the 100th time).”

BigBoy: “I’d f**k Fran Drescher.  I like her voice.”

Raj: “She sounds like a goddamn hyena!”

BigBoy: “My mother sounds like Fran Drescher, you dolt.”

Neil (to Luigi the Pizza-Maker):  “You know what, Luigi.  I’m watching my cholesterol.  I’m not going to have a slice at all.  I’m probably just gonna go home and watch “Top Chef” with my mother!”

Donna: “That is so sweet. I like a man who loves his mother.  You sure you don’t want to f**k me in the back of the pizzeria?  I’ll be loud if you want.”

Neil: “Not tonight, Donna.  “Top Chef” is gonna be on in ten minutes.”

Donna: “You son of a bitch, Neil. No one turns me down.  You’re gonna regret it.  You know why?  Cause I’m gonna f**k every guy in here tonight, every way, every position, and then you’re gonna regret it.

Neil: “I saw the promo for “Top Chef.”  It looks like a good chef challenge.

Donna: “Yeah?  OK, then maybe I’ll go home, too, and watch “Top Chef.”  There’s really not much doing on Kissena Boulevard at night anyway.

Neil: “No, it’s pretty dead.  See you, everyone!  Luigi!  Joey!  Tony!  Raj!  Bagel!  BigBoy!  Donna!””

Everyone: “Bye, Neil!”

As Neil walks down the street, back to his apartment, all eyes are on him, mostly from the two thugs sitting on the ledge by the bank, drinking some cheap stuff out of a paper bag.  Neil walks a little faster, remembering that somebody got mugged on Kissena Boulevard last week.

32 Comments

  1. I think that Neil has to add some cool headgear to the ensemble of tight shirt, tight jeans and disco shoes.

  2. I’m so relieved this didn’t end with Bagel falling off the bridge.

  3. I am speechless. Consider this a bow to your brilliance.

    Goddammit.

  4. You have a very interesting brain. And I mean that as a compliment.

  5. you, just so you know, have kind of a mental problem

    but me? i am totally attracted to guys with deep emotional problems.

    just fyi.

  6. I second what Twenty Four At Heart said, but replace “interesting” with “succulent”.

  7. Barry, Robin, and Maurice called. They want you to meet ’em on Saturday. Oh, and wear your white suit

  8. This may be my favorite post ever.

  9. dadyy-o, you got the swagger of champion,
    too bad for you, just can’t find the right companion:)

  10. I did see you in the white suit throughout it all. In the end, though, a good boy who loves his mama.

  11. Was Donna skanky or just pathetic? Because “Top Chef”? Really?

  12. I love the beginning of Saturday night Fever. Of course it all goes downhill from there.

  13. i love this post. and you. you are awesome.

    also? pineapple on pizza makes me want to gag. just saying.

  14. I can safely say that this is the funniest thing I’m going to read all day.

  15. I love your fresh, 2008 take on Saturday Night Fever. Somewhere John Travolta is shaking in his yoga shoes.

  16. “Oooooooooh, Mr. Sheffield!

  17. Lady Fizzlebottom

    December 11, 2008 at 3:23 pm

    Jesus, are you trying to kill me? You had me laughing so hard! More, please!

  18. TOP CHEF was good last night….! I am pretty much addicted to it….Love to see all the pretty food….!

    Queens is pretty dull, huh? LOL!

  19. Can you dig it? I bet you can!

    I grew up with this movie and loved it. Until I owned it on dvd and realized just how f’d up it was with the “C” word flying every where.

    Yeah, still one of my favorites. Next to Dirty Dancing.

    No one puts Fancy in the corner…

  20. So, why didn’t you bring your brother, the rabbi?

  21. Queens was sounding very Brooklyn tonight.

  22. You so rock! I would have passed up Donna for ten minutes in the cooler with Hosea myself. RAWR!

  23. I now have the Bee Gees stuck in my head. Thank you.

  24. If you think pineapple is crazy on pizza (YUM by the way), you should see what they do to pizza here in New Mexico.

    I thought nobody in New York bothered with cars?

  25. No, f**k the Yankees! I wanted CC Sabathia for Christmas.

  26. Beautiful post Tony, I mean Neil.

  27. Yes Neil you know what women want. We really want a man who watches Top Chef.

  28. very entertaining, was the britney song that played “womanizer”? b/c after seeing that video, i can’t get it out of my head.

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