When a fridge relationship cools

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I visit my fridge many times during the day

In the morning she blinks a good morning to me as I open the door

She wakes up and offers me breakfast

Usually yogurt and fresh fruit

I thank her for breakfast and close her door

She naps when her door is closed

Come mid morning I am feeling peckish

I open her door and ask what she has to offer

She suggests I eat some raw vegetables

Come lunchtime I visit the fridge again

She tells me to watch my calorie intake

Suggests a salad for lunch

I am hungry again by mid afternoon and revisit my fridge

I tell her I want those leftovers from the restaurant meal

We have a long chat about my snacking habits

She tells me to drink two glasses of water and no more snacking

I follow her advice and reluctantly close the door

Half an hour later I open the door again

She tells me to stay busy instead of eating

Points out that she needs a good cleanup

I get busy and throw away stuff that is getting old plus the leftovers

She sighs with contentment as I wash down her shelves

Then she tells me to close her door and go for a walk

I wander around the town and bump into some friends

We go to a happy hour and have a few drinks

Then we get hungry and order food

The happy our ends but we stay until late

We order more food and drinks

I get back home and open the fridge door

She shakes her head when she sees yet another bag of leftovers

Tells me I should not eat out so often and instead eat her healthy food at home

I am tired of her lecturing and ignore her

I throw in the leftovers and slam the door shut

I tell her to shut and leave me alone

I put on the TV then promptly fall asleep

Its late when I wake up in front of the TV

I am hungry and go searching for leftovers

The fridge door will not open at all

She refuses to unlock it until I apologize for being rude

I am too hungry to stand there arguing and offer my apologies

She unlocks the door and we have a long chat

I get a stern lecture on healthy eating while holding the door open

I nod in fake agreement that I am finished eating for today

Then I make a grab for the leftovers before she closes the door

Eating cold pizza at 2am is my reward

It tastes so good

The next day I wake up late and wander into the kitchen

Half expecting the fridge door to be locked again

It opens easily but I can sense something is wrong with her

Everything is defrosted and warm and all the food inside is ruined

I demand an explanation from the fridge

She tells me to calm down and listen to her

Pointing out that she turned herself off to deliberately destroy the contents

As a last desperate measure to stop me from over eating junk food

She asks me to go shopping and just buy healthy food to restock

Promises to keep it fresh if I promise to stick to my diet

I calm down and agree with her completely

I shake her handle to seal the deal

Then I empty all the rotting food

She switches herself back on again

She sighs with relief when I wipe down her shelves

I go to Whole Foods and pick up a ton of healthy foods

They take my whole paycheck at the checkout

My fridge smiles when I restock her

We become best friends again 

My desire to snack gets stronger every day

But I do not want to let her down

I figure out a way to keep her happy

I buy a second fridge and put her in the garage

She looks so cute in there alongside my tools

Stocked with beer and unhealthy treats

My garage fridge loves to party with me

While my kitchen fridge thinks I am sticking to my diet

I visit the garage fridge often late at night

We drink beer together and chat endlessly about nothing

She watches TV with me and offers me snacks

She squeezes my hand when I touch her door handle

We become very close

Life is great again for me and for both my fridges

It all comes undone after a month or so

I open the kitchen fridge asking her for salad to make my lunch

She blinks her light slowly and then starts to cry

I ask her what is bothering her and she sobs

You are cheating on me with that floozy in the garage

When Jane drank champagne

The champagne cork popped

It was a party

For the birth of baby Jane

Jane cried a lot

The champagne cork popped

Jane was ten years old

The champagne flowed freely

Jane drank lemonade

The champagne cork popped

Jane was twenty one

All her friends were there

Jane chugged champagne from the bottle

The champagne cork popped

Jane got a big promotion at work

Friends toasted her success

Jane guzzled champagne all evening

The champagne cork popped

Jane just got married

Her mother cried

Jane drank a lot of champagne

The champagne cork popped

Jane was on a business trip

Dinner with a male colleague

Jane drank way too much champagne

Champagne corks littered her hotel bedroom when she woke up

Jane could not remember the night before

Her colleague was snoring loudly next to her

Jane never drank champagne again

The final final final final drink of the evening

We checked into our Key West hotel

A cute Victorian building

Chickens in the front yard

Sloping floors and flaking paint

Overloaded with tchotchke

Hand written no smoking signs

If only those walls could speak

We sat on the small balcony drinking cocktails

Watching the people walking below

Casually dressed tourists clutching their adult beverages

People come here to party and it never stops

We decided to walk over to Duval street

Carrying our drinks like a badge of honor

We melted into the crowds

Most of the shops offering touristy memorabilia

Pausing to laugh at the rude T shirts slogans

An overweight drag queen beckoned us to watch a show

Loud music was billowing from the bar inside

We were far too sober for that type of entertainment

Golf carts full of drunks rolled along the street

They were all happy drunks

We found a nice place for dinner

Our table was on a second floor balcony

A fabulous meal was served

The drinks continued to flow 

It was after eleven when we finished eating

We ordered a final drink

The crowds below were thinning out

Stopping at Vinos wine bar for a final final drink

We reflected on a fun day and evening

Speculating on how much will will remember tomorrow

Before leaving we ordered a final final final drink

Eventually rolling into Mr Z’s late night pizza place

A greasy slice was soon nestling in our boozy stomachs 

Minutes later we were back at the hotel

Pouring a final final final final glass of whisky

We slept soundly that night

A night to remember?

it was a Saturday night

time to let loose and party

John started drinking beers in the early afternoon

he had a good buzz before getting ready to hit the town

his friend came round to pick him up

a few shots of vodka before heading out

after a couple of beers in the first bar

they decided to switch to bourbon

moving on to a club for some more lively action

loud music and an overpacked dance floor looked like fun

propping up the bar with tequila shots

they felt brave enough to ask some ladies to dance

his head was soon spinning from gyrating

they sat down to chat with the ladies

ordering expensive champagne to impress them

the Red Bulls helped keep him awake

his friend slipped him some pills

soon the room was blurred

everything was moving in slow motion

he did not remember anything after that

he woke up in a cold sweat at 6am on the bed of a cheap motel

he had no idea where he was or how he got there

he was still holding an empty bottle of booze

his friend was passed out snoring on the other bed

John’s wallet was empty of cash but his ID and credit cards were still there

looking through the hundreds of selfies on his phone

he could not remember anything in those pictures

a long cold shower helped wake him up

he went home and slept the rest of the day to sober up

John worked extra shifts in the week to make up the money he had lost

he stayed in on weeknights but come Saturday afternoon he was drinking beer again

waiting for his friend to pick him up

the cycle continued

So ironic that John spends the whole week looking forward to his Saturday night

but by Sunday morning he has always forgotten most of what happened