Thursday, May 22, 2008

And Her Husband

Eat, chat, drink, chat, chew, chat, yawn, chat. Well actually change every "chat" to "stare blankly" and you'll get an accurate description of my behavior at the lunch.

Maybe tonight will be better. I can't believe I just spent all afternoon making a bracelet and some earrings to match this stupid dress I'm wearing. Now I only have an hour (or less) to do something with this hair and... Ummm... Is that rain? Ummm... And why is it ten degrees colder than it was when I went into the damn bead store? Sonofa...

Fantastic. Now I have to find something else to wear. But what? It's raining and I have to catch the train in less than an hour! Fine... This suit, these shoes, this purse. **wailing** but my hairrrrr!!! Screw it. Money? Check. ID? Check. Umbrella? Check. Tickets? Check. You sure? Dammit, I said check!

Well now I'm thoroughly soaked, despite my umbrella. My escort is similiarly waterlogged. And the train is late. This has all the makings of an A+ evening. We make it to Penn Station by 7:25, catch a cab to the theatre, and make it inside as they are flickering the lights. "Hey." "Oh you guys made it!". "This is... This is..." "Nice to meet you.". "Pleasure.". Tiny theater, very intimate. Lots and lots of much older white couples. **sigh** Wish we could make it out to support something other than the latest Tyler Perry softshoe. "Wow! These seats are amazing! Are we IN the play?". (Polite laughter). The lights dim, the crowd silences, and there, a mere 10 feet away on the stage is...

Laurence Fishburne. A+.

5 comments:

the joy said...

Ooh big date with moms! Lol. It always rains when you get your hair done. Without fail!

GreatWhyte said...

Nooooooooo... big date with Maureen, but I get your point :) The hair was a natural disaster.

the joy said...

yes. i was considering deleting mom, but i didnt know what else to put... lmao...

Southerner in Suomi said...

So was Maureen boring or the play or her husband?

GreatWhyte said...

None of them. The play was FANTASTIC... I mean, how could anything about Laurence Fishburne not be great? We were practically on the stage! The husband, on first appearance, was very dry. But he actually turned out to be quite amusing- you know, in that dry wit sort of way. Maureen was cool too. Just quite chatty.