So... I spent the weekend visiting with my dear friends T, J, and F, as we'd decided we were long overdue for a get-together. We decided to get together at T & J's home, about an hour from where I live.
On the drive out, I was trying to figure out how long it had been since I'd seen them all.
On the drive out, I was trying to figure out how long it had been since I'd seen them all.
In F's case, it was early October, much to my surprise.
In T and J's case, I realized it was three months to the day; we last saw each other on New Year's Eve, at the My Morning Jacket show.
When I arrived, J gave me a modified version of her usual bone-crushing hug, to prevent squishing my "baby boobies" (which are mighty tender these days). :c)
(As J also noted, "I'm afraid I'll break you in half if I squeeze too hard, hon!")
Here's how the conversation unfolded (and bear in mind that I attended the show in boy mode, which, as you will see, is a key factor):
C: "Do you realize that show was exactly three months ago?"
J: "Yes, T mentioned that earlier today."
C: "Three months since My Morning Jacket... wow!"
J: "And three months since that cutie was hitting on you."
C: <blank look>
J: "The cute girl?"
C: <puzzled expression>
J: "On the train?"
C: <quizzical tilt of head>
J: "Who talked to you? For the entire ride?"
C: <furrowing forehead>
J: "Who told you her date ditched her?"
C: <sweat forming on brow from effort>
J: "Who asked if she could hold on to your arm?"
<dim image slowly begins to push aside ever-present thoughts of toffee nut iced coffee and honey bbq chips>
C: "Ooohhhh... I think I remember now..."
J: <nods encouragingly>
C: "She was tiny... and she wanted to hold on because she was trying to keep her balance."
J: "Uhh... yeah. That must be why she was pressed up against you the entire trip too, huh?"
C: "Well... it was crowded."
J: "No, hon. Not that crowded."
<extended silence>
C: "She was flirting with me?"
J: "Yes. Hard."
C: "Wow..."
<another extended silence>
C: "Are you sure?"
J (patiently): "Yes, Cass, I'm sure. In fact, it was blatantly obvious to every single person on the train... except you."
C: "Oh."
<pregnant pause>
J: "Cass?"
C: "Yes?"
J: "When you go full-time?"
C: "Uh-huh?"
J: "Tell Captain Oblivious he's not welcome anymore. OK?"
C: "Or...?"
J: "I'm from New Jersey, sweetie. Use your imagination."
And thus began the weekend. :c)
***
A charming (and perfect) song from Aztec Camera, from 1983:
3 comments:
:) I'm sitting here watching your expressions change throughout the conversation in my head!
Hope it continued so well!
Stace
@ Jess:
Thank you, Miss J. :c) If "fitting me perfectly" is code for "utterly inept socially," then yes, I would agree wholeheartedly!
@ Stace:
I'm guessing it went like this: "OK, Stace: Imagine a ditzy, near-sighted, sorta-blonde klutz... and then make her slack-jawed. Yup... *that's* our Cass!" lol
Thank you both for the sweet comments!
Hugs,
Cass
Oh, and for what it's worth, J has seen this before. :c) A few months ago we (T, J, and myself) were at a diner for breakfast. A large party - it looked like a family - walked by as they exited. After they left,J said, "Ding! Ding! Ding!", and she and T laughed.
I asked what that meant, and they laughed again. Turns out a teenaged boy (she and T guessed) was staring at me, then smiled at me as he walked past. Of course, I had absolutely no clue (do I even need to say that?). :c)
Another time I was out with a female friend. Our waitress took quite a while getting our orders, then came by several times while we waited.
After the third or so time, my friend snorted as she left. I made the fatal mistake of asking what was wrong.
Her: "God! Could she be any more obvious?"
Me: "Er... obvious about what?"
Her (incredulous) :"Why doesn't she just rip off her clothes the next time she comes over?!? It would be faster!"
Me: "What on earth are you talking about?"
Her (glaring disgustedly): "Oh, my God! Would you just... oh!"
Me: (baffled silence)
Fortunately another waitress delivered our dinner then, and my friend was happy again. lol
Just another night in the Life of Cass. ;c)
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