pensive"The Last Plane to Heaven"
-- in memoriam of Jay Lake, 1964-2014
The room party was a riot
of rope lights and plastic palm trees,
jerry-rigged sound equipment,
and a leaning tower of pizza.
Morgan was already
three sheets to the wind,
his Hawaiian shirt half-unbuttoned
as he played his ukelele
while Pat sang the blues.
Kay kept the beat on an ice bucket,
swinging half a bottle of tequila.
Bailey was so swathed in electrical cords
that the Star Trek fans kept making Borg jokes.
Ash was chatting up that guy
who used to play Chakotay,
and Chris was trying gamely to follow
some astrophysicist's description of laser engines
while attempting to detach a hissing Schrodinger
from a purloined slice of pepperoni.
Quinn wore a grass skirt and a smile.
Then Alex came through the door
with a small box in her hand,
and the room fell silent.
"Did you get it?" Morgan asked.
"Tell me you got it!"
"I got it," Alex said. She'd gotten it
from the dimension next door,
but not everyone needed to know that.
"Bailey, are we good to go?"
"All systems ready and waiting,"
Bailey said, turning on the
entertainment system.
"Ladies and gentlemen,
in memory of Jay Lake,
I give you his movie
The Last Plane to Heaven --
NOT coming soon to a galaxy near you,
so enjoy it while you can," said Alex.
The lights dimmed,
which was a good thing,
because people were already sniffling.
Pat passed the napkins.
They'd run out of kleenex.
The big screen filled with clouds,
tinted gold by the setting sun,
and organ music soared
as the title appeared.
If people were crying, well,
they were in good company.
June 4 2014, 04:52:35 UTC 7 years ago
**CRASH** (into the fireplace with the shot glass, which would still have the slightest vapour of Ardbeg Corryvreckan clinging to it)
Thank you!
June 4 2014, 05:26:36 UTC 7 years ago
Callahan's is a very fine Place.
June 4 2014, 17:16:58 UTC 7 years ago
I wish I could remember who said that.
Yes...
June 4 2014, 18:19:00 UTC 7 years ago