The subplots are the ones that get me
M came by this afternoon to talk about what needs to be finished around here – he stayed for a beer and then another and before you know it we were having dinner together at La Vita and trying to fill in the blanks of what the last 30 years might have been like – and in the end it’s surprisingly familiar how two people live their lives. F was giddy over him because the other day I mentioned how this guy doing work at my house is kind of hot and she whispered in my ear things that made me blush.
Well, of course, in our dinner conversation we didn’t fill in all the details, but I kind of like the way he winks at me when he says something I should understand and more importantly I definitely like the way that he is Tarzan, which makes me, default Jane – and that my friend, is sometimes very nice.
P & R came in and acted like they didn’t want to join us but I insisted they sit next to us and we caught up with them about how they are still in the FEMA trailer till August 29th (that dreaded anniversary) and how they are having a crawfish boil both Sundays of the fest. P was describing R when he was a little boy – how he had these gorgeous locks of hair and because his aunts always called him “lindo” (Spanish for pretty) he thought that was his last name and when people asked his name he would say R Lindo. How cute is that?