Make Me Laugh
My friend S had an interesting date one night with a guy named M – a blue blood, intellectual who invited her over for wine and an art discussion – as he waved a small plate of cheese in front of her, he said “Stilton?” and my friend, an art novice, replied, “I am not familiar with his work.” I thought possibly that was the funniest line I had ever heard in my life. Until now. She just returned from Mexico where she went as chaperone on her daughter’s trip and on a bus ride she happened to see two dogs joined together in an awkward position – she thought “Siamese dog twins” – and later told the group of adults also chaperoning what she had seen “Siamese dog twins” only they had seen two dogs fucking – once the laugher subsided, she realized yet again, she is from another planet. But funny, nonetheless.
Last night I picked up S after an SOS – I was just about to crawl in bed exhausted from the revery of 9 days straight – towards midnight, sitting in the street hoping I had the right house, I worried about his safety and wondered how to handle the situation if he didn’t come out – I was going to call the Snake and have him barge in. Luckily, S came out alive and my worries were for naught.
Meanwhile, I woke this morning and realized I had hurt one of my best friends because I left her birthday celebration early (falling asleep in my buttercream chocolate cake frosting) – she was mid present opening when I dashed out the door and said later. It only hit me as I was getting ready to go have lunch with S and rushing to get my make up on that a) she looked weird when I left, b) she hadn’t called me in the morning, and c) I had a bad feeling in my gut. Sure enough many voice mail messages later she finally responded that indeed she was upset with me but was licking her wounds and working her way passed it by grading tons of student papers.
L, man of mystery, called and so I had ducked it long enough and called him back – thankfully getting his voice mail on account of I had a nap head from a bottle of champagne at lunch since S had taken me out for my birthday lunch – so I left a message saying I was detoxing after JF and had to rescue an old friend and I’d catch up with him later.
The week ahead is laden with work work work – and dance card filled at night – I almost look forward to flying out next week just to be on a plane and not to juggle, only to focus on work.
S is laying on the couch right now moaning “fucking blogs” – I have on my tee shirt that Olya gave me, which says – “Careful, or you’ll end up in my novel” – S said I need to draw a line through “novel” and write in “blog” – ah, so much self expression, so little time…..
My “new best friend” called to say she had a frightful experience trying to buy condoms today that turned into a comedy of errors. After hearing her hilarious travails of condom shopping I realized perhaps online purchases might be the only way to go for certain items.
I brought my “old best friend” an orchid as a peace offering and she said B needed them more since he was the one who took the brunt of my neglect – of course that was after they came off the roof where they had all climbed to dance to the Gal party next door. So I missed dancing on the roof and making my friend’s birthday special – but I was there for someone else – and sometimes you just can’t be all things to all people as much as you’d like to.
So it’s been a day of laughing – crying some with S, some with N, some about New Orleans – and more laughing – but my heart feels better today – less beaten down.
I say make me laugh and I’m yours.