Apr. 01, 2003 - 19:06:44
Dear Vincent,
People go on vacation to get away from it all, which explains why they try to bring it all with them.
And so tomorrow I'm southbound to participate in pre wedding festivities for cousin Lilly. The news on the happy couple is that they have bought an absolutely exquisite older house in a location any drug dealer would give his right arm for. Yes Vincent, they bought a house in Baltimore. The maid of honor is giving them dancing lessons- well she per se is not giving them the lessons, the instructor will do that, but she's paying. I contemplated giving them self defense lessons. Preferably in a course which covered things like: "Bullying Bullets," "Rapping Down on the Rapists," and "Muddling the Mugger." I could also opt for some kind of safety tip handbook; "Mugs, Drugs, Thugs and Avoiding Them." Or maybe I could convince them that relocation is the new thing these days. Diane says she thinks Lilly will prefer a place setting of the china she picked out.
This evening found Diane and I at the mall. And ironically Diane and I found each other at the mall. I was looking for a birthday present and Diane was picking up some pictures she'd had developed. There is a booth that sits obtrusively in the center of the mall where man with an eastern European accent habitually tries to sell strengthening nail polish by virtue of suggestive attention. I'd heard stories about him, but never met him, you see I'm not a fan of the mall. The green florescent accent lighting always makes me feel a bit like test subject and look like I suffer from gangrene. This evening as Diane and I walked past he leapt straight into our path from behind his booth in one catlike motion. "Heelllooo you and you!" he said silkily. "Nope." I said. He paused, befuddled. "Nope wat?" he asked. "Nope, I bite my nails and I don't plan on stopping. Goodbye you!" I ended shaking his hand. His face was priceless Vincent. Both a mixture of confusion, suspicion and the suggestive sale techniques still struggling to resurface. And so two hours and one crazy eastern European later I am writing to you to tell you two things which I've not gotten to yet.
1) I will not have access to a computer in Virginia so you won't hear from me again until Friday. Should you think of me please cross your fingers and hope I am able to resist the temptation to lapse into yuppie speak and start calling 'me' a 'we', or laughing over reminisces about 'that time on Lake Powell...', or discussing how Conner and Dominick are such perfect names for children. I will save things to tell you about.
2) In case you are not afforded the opportunity to check your e-mail between Friday and Saturday at the risk of being premature I extend my best wishes for your show. I know it will be absolutely brilliant and I will be cheering you on Saturday evening.
Inaudibly,
Meghan
what they said - what they will say
