Skinny Cheese

I swear, every industry party and lavish lifestyle gathering always have a huge spread of fine cheeses. And ironically, the hostess is always dressed in a tight silk dress that loosely fits over her size 2 body. Even if she is close to 5’10 she is a size 2 serving 10 servings of cheese. I do not understand!
I arrive in my colorful and cultural outfit, ready to smooge as myself and hopefully meet some spirit filled people. I of course have given up cheese for the better portion of a week, or sometimes a day, and am not about to let these people into my secret obsession with it.
The smiles start to come out, greeted with wine and champagne. I gulp it like its water and I’ve been in a desert for months and refill my glass before the next person takes their second sip. After a few glasses of wine and a few conversations and introductions I hear my name from across the room. I ignore it at first b/c I do not know anybody here at this party, but it seems to get louder and louder. I turn around and look but I do not see anyone I recognize. Ah hah, I spot its source. Its Brie! Oh God, Its Brie! Brie is here. She is in the corner screaming my name. I haven’t seen her in ages! She is actually with some other acquaintances of mine. Gouda and Manchego. Oh my gosh, I have not seen them for so long! And I have missed them so. I look at Brie with longing eyes and go over to embrace her. I feel like Maria in Westside story, running to meet her Tony. I get to the table and grab that knife like a sword-fighter handles his rapier and cut a huge slab off for me, my brie, all for me! Oh, as that juicy lava of cheese flows into my mouth, I take a gulp of my luscious Syrah and smile like a baby who just took a shit. Oh, the ecstasy, the taste, the sensations! I come out of my trance and suddenly feel all alone. Mainly because I am alone. I am the only one at the food table. I look over at the size 2’s and see their skinny bones yappin away at men with suits. I admire their hip and trendy fashion of designer dresses that cling to them like coat-wracks. And I notice the only thing their hands touch all night is a glass of wine and a man. Never do they set food into this country of cheese where I am living. I walk away. I tilt my head up and smile with a simple satisfaction of confidence and security. I make my way over to the groups and join in the conversation. After a minute or so of talking to this and that producer about the power or the media and the spiritual transformation we are all in right now I start to lead him into dominating the conversation because I can not form my own words anymore. I can not even hear myself think! Brie keeps screaming my name. I put my back to her and engulf my every breath into what this boring man is saying but I can not get that sound out of my head. “Come” Brie chants like Annabell Lee! “Come to the sea and taste me! I am free and kind, soft with a chewy rind, I taste so good going down and will never leave you with a frown, Come to the sea and taste me, I am your best friend, Brie!” Oh Brie, I long for you. I only had one bite and you were so good.
So I go. I divorce this mans conversation and slowly walk over to the table. I am back home, in the land of cheese. This time I want to go traveling. Maybe to Mexico and taste the Manchego, or to Germany for the Gouda. I do love Holland for they have some fabulous sheeps.. milk there and of course, France, where Brie and Camembert live! And you know what, its ok to be a solitary backpacker at this party of life!
Oh the tastes of traveling!

Skinny Cheese


Joined January 2008

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