Bird & Rae Rae were here for the weekend. (HURRAY!)
When the three of us get together there is no shortage of conversation. Bird and Rae Rae, who met in graduate school, often lose themselves in conversations that have to do with race, class and gender intersection/dissection/some sort of section. They use big words and sound very smart (because they are). Meanwhile, I’m singing along to the radio or lost in a day dream. (Maybe it’s a good thing I never went to grad school?)
Unfortunately for them, I had raging PMS so there were a few moments where I. . . how do I say it? Lost my effen shit. Like when we were waiting on the street corner for a cab (a CAB not a john) already late to our dinner reservation and I realized that I left the theater tickets in the apartment. GAH! As we hurried back I think I said something like, “I don’t even want to go anymore.” I am such an asshole sometimes. Luckily, we’ve been friends for so long we know how to manage each other’s episodes. Exhibit A:
Me: I feel better.
Bird: Good. Because before you were being a fucking snatch.
Ah, I love my friends.
Other highlights include: getting beat up during an awesome $29 massage (my shoulder blades still hurt), sharing our life lists over dinner, laughing our asses off at a vibrator tutorial video, toe-deep in toilet water while actively plunging an over-used toilet with Rae Rae while Bird slept through the entire disaster (convenient!), sleeping next to Bird who wraps her head in a black garment as to block out the light but to me looks like a prisoner of war (at least it keeps Dash from eating her hair while she slumbers), laughing and more laughing.
The apartment is too quiet without them.
P.S. I will be co-hosting The Baub Show with Tomato tonight, 7pm PST.