friendly ghosts

Yesterday, Elvis went uptown to do some research. They have tulips there.

Elvis and Emma Lee ran into friendly ghost #1. He is now a bartender at Hugs. “Coming out of the woodwork,” Emma Lee commented, Elvis agreed.

Then Elvis went to the Good World for a Swede’s birthday party. (It is a Swedish bar, you see.) The ladies looooved Elvis.

Then Elvis came back to the Burg. Another one of Elvis’s former co-saxophonists was playing at Spike Hill. He sounded good, playing with the East West Quintet. Except that it was a sextet for part of it, and the trumpet was a little flat. But still good.

Elvis and Emma Lee were looking for not-yet-friendly ghost number 2 (they had been text messaging forward and back ever since running into one another last week), but Emma Lee encountered (was lambasted) by a inebriated 20 year old that wanted to be friends. To avoid such a fate, E & EL  went to the house, and Emma Lee and Elvis fell asleep with the lights on, the New Yorker on their belly.

The ghost called at two (so late!) and Emma Lee gave him an ear full of flak for the hour and his assorted misdeeds of the summer of 2007 (Emma Lee has a memory in that head of hers). But he still wanted to talk, so they did. Walked and Talked and Talked and Walked and sat in a concrete dugout until three in the morning. Now he is a friendly ghost, or at least they are on friendly terms, with plans to eat food next week. Emma Lee is guardedly optimistic.

The sum total is that this morning, Emma Lee is t i r e d. It was all she could do to draw Elvis’s picture this morning. Here’s numero ocho.