People, music, wine instead of Xanax
Today I had an ever loving fit in the driveway after arriving at the LaLa and seeing that my neighbors had belligerently moved the boundary flagpost again – I was cussing up a storm when Brian came out to check on me and I said sorry sorry but my &^%!#@ neighbors and he said I understand, they’re assholes.
I called G – in a hissy fit and said I need you – why are you in New York – I need an attorney – and she called me back and talked me off the ledge. She’s going to write them a letter as my attorney and tell them to stop or else – we’ll take them to court – what goes on? – is it not enough the sacrifices I have made for this house – what goes on?
So I went to see Ellen and I said – I’m done – I’m calling Tommy Lewis and telling him to sell this house for me right now and I’m going to see if he’ll rent me his efficiency apartment because I can’t deal anymore. And she talked me off the ledge – just like G did – and so I was breathing when I got home.
I laid on the couch and just stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out a game plan. Then I remembered that Greg was singing at Swirl tonight and much as I didn’t want to go, I felt I should go to support him. So I gathered up the Bean and told her she was coming with me.
And it turned out to be a good thing – I walked in and Murray was sitting there and I said so glad to see you and grabbed my first glass of wine and we caught up – he had a great day, a victory in a case that was pretty gnarly – a doctor was supposed to be doing a routine rotator cuff surgery and botched it so bad and so today there was a break through in the case. I told him my day. As we talked, my mother called to say her Mercedes stalled and she had to get a ride home from a stranger.
Then Richelle arrived with Hal – she was telling Murray and me about her hellacious day – and then, suddenly, everything stopped – two women in santa hats came from the back wearing sparkly gold tap shoes and swirl skirts and started tap dancing across Swirl – they were announced as the Swirlettes – and they were – oh my – Oh My God – it was incredible. Just lifted us out of our miserable day into a new world.
Then Musa came in and with him was Yashir and we got some delicious blue cheese bread from Le Boulangeri, which Beth sells in the wine shop, and had Tapestry Syrah and suddenly we all fell into conversation – with Musa telling me how he had it made pre-K – he was making money hand over fist and then he got greedy and now he accepts that and is trying to get out of all of it or at least dial it down.
Santa Fe is closing after Christmas after losing hundreds of thousands, but lessons learned.
Anyway, we all commiserated, enjoyed Greg’s velvet intoxicating voice, drank our delicious wine and ate some sushi that we finally went and picked up next door at Asia Pacific and we all decided that life is good, we are blessed and 2007 is going to be rocking!!!