Tuesday, August 16, 2005
6 Scenes!!!!
Good God, I'm going to miss my best friend when I leave. Eight months! Eight months!! Of course, the opportunity is unbelievable, and I have friends in the new city, but this is my BEST friend. And there's something about presence in our friendship that's really vital. We talk on the phone when we're working, and that's very useful, but when we get together, that's when our friendship lives its fullest life. We drink tea together (there are stains on my sofa from countless laughing spit-takes), and just sort of talk and listen to music and we have a massive shorthand, so that we're basically incomprehensible to the people around us. I also tend to just speak with her when she's around, no matter how large the group we're in. It's 'cause she's always the best one.
I say I tend not to get along very well with gay men. However, she's basically a gay man. All the things that are supposed to be too cliche to do anymore, we do. Listen to Barbara and Judy, and watch old movies, and basically be as film-noir-y as possible. Hehe. No no. I'm misrepresenting a little, but for the last few times we've met, we have HAD to play Streisand's nebbishy 1967 version of Jingle Bells. It's our mission to spread the good news of the Streisand Jingle Bells to the masses.
The whole thing is, we rolled around on the floor and screamed together for three years in theatre school, and then were very close outside of class time too, so if anyone knows me, it's her. I might say that I know a little more about her than most people outside of her family too - I could be disabused of that opinion, but I do hold it nonetheless.
We have scheduled three meetings to finish the play we're writing (last time we met, on Sunday, we finished 6 Scenes!!!!), and then, that might be it. Although, I'm planning to return in December at some point, we see or talk to one another almost every day. And really, after that sort of continual contact for four years, the phone is really not good enough. If this was the 30's, we'd be married by now!
And of course, my hardcore neurosis comes in (or maybe it's the fact that my imagination is well trained), and I have thoughts like "what would I do if she was on a subway train that blew up, and she died?" I'm not totally sure how I would continue to function in the world.
All this to say, I'm going to miss my best friend.
I say I tend not to get along very well with gay men. However, she's basically a gay man. All the things that are supposed to be too cliche to do anymore, we do. Listen to Barbara and Judy, and watch old movies, and basically be as film-noir-y as possible. Hehe. No no. I'm misrepresenting a little, but for the last few times we've met, we have HAD to play Streisand's nebbishy 1967 version of Jingle Bells. It's our mission to spread the good news of the Streisand Jingle Bells to the masses.
The whole thing is, we rolled around on the floor and screamed together for three years in theatre school, and then were very close outside of class time too, so if anyone knows me, it's her. I might say that I know a little more about her than most people outside of her family too - I could be disabused of that opinion, but I do hold it nonetheless.
We have scheduled three meetings to finish the play we're writing (last time we met, on Sunday, we finished 6 Scenes!!!!), and then, that might be it. Although, I'm planning to return in December at some point, we see or talk to one another almost every day. And really, after that sort of continual contact for four years, the phone is really not good enough. If this was the 30's, we'd be married by now!
And of course, my hardcore neurosis comes in (or maybe it's the fact that my imagination is well trained), and I have thoughts like "what would I do if she was on a subway train that blew up, and she died?" I'm not totally sure how I would continue to function in the world.
All this to say, I'm going to miss my best friend.
// posted by MSR @ 8:34 AM 
