Onomatopoeia
At the gargoyle store in Boston, J & I learned that gargoyle is onomatopoeia – they are literally spouts that water runs through so the sound of water rushing through the opening is gargoyle. The shop was gothic and cobwebby like any gargoyle store should be and Cookie from my girls trip to Nantucket had bought one of their gargoyles for J and B when they got married years ago and she told me I had to get one for the LaLa but it is impossible to find out when the shop is open or get them on the phone. So I did what I do best – I stalked them by phone and we played phone tag over the last month and they were there and open for me. When we left, J and I were kissing B, one of the two brothers that owns the shop and I’ll never forget what J said as we were whisking out the door because we were late to meet the other gals – “I can’t believe I am standing in the doorway of a gargoyle shop kissing the shopkeeper.”
You never know.