Happy Bday, Muff!

Yesterday was Muff's bday, and as I currently live in the forest without reception, I did not get to wish her any happy returns--let alone many.

So, today, as it is my day off, I am wishing Muff a very happy belated bday.

Two really great things that happened while I visited her:

-She tried to get her husband to park in the numbered spot in the airport parking lot that matched my old college mailbox. This was crazy--but the type of silly little thing I actually was amused by.

-When discussing games she noted, "The only game I like it Truth or Dare." Maybe that's not a funny quote unless you know Muff, but I assure you, it's funny.

Other really great things:

-She's a super supportive friend.

-She works really hard at doing good.

-She doesn't have to work hard at all to love everyone and most every thing.

-Humility poster child.

Happy Birthday to my dear, dear friend!

I wish nothing but the best for you too.

Sweeties

There are some girls who can live forever with sugar voices. Anything they say is like gingerbread pancakes with whipped cream drizzle. I do not know how these girls function. Do they get into fights? Do they cry more or less as they have fewer reasons for crying? I am interested.

The other day backstage FG was pointing to everyone in the cast and stating which "one" he or she was. Like..."the ethnic one" or "the nerd" and I was "the nice one." I don't think that's accurate, although to a group of strangers it might be. I'm not offended. There are plenty worse things to be called.

The butter melts out of habit.
You know the toast isn't even warm.

People Cycles

First time I saw Laz he was looking goofy in a Simpsons t-shirt. Bopping around in the glassed-in picnic table hallway of the lunch area at PWest HS. The next time I noticed his existence was in a one-act play he was spontaneously part of at the end of the year. It was Albee's Zoo Story abridged. Suddenly it was fall and he was my brother in Menagerie. He joined Speech too. I considered him a dear dear friend. We had Directing/ Acting II together. He asked me to prom. He was a better date than I could have conjured out of fantasy.

Throughout college interactions have been sparse. One summer we took turns standing each other up. We write sporadic letters with cds attatched. We exchange the occasional wit via Facebook. Friday night after a dynamite show I found Laz in the lobby with my sister. It was a hearty surprise. I literally jumped up and down.



Excuse my post-show hair. Trampy, I know. But I was much too busy with Lazzy for showers.

I wonder why it is that when something from our past arrives--barely an anachronism--we are so elated we could simply die. Or excitedly eat two bowls of ice cream and a slice of cookie cake. One or the other I suppose.