Life
You return from a few days in sunny Santa Fe, slightly sunburnt, sore from hiking. Thirteen hours in transit across three timezones. The irritating screams of teething toddlers, the kind that are predisposed to kick seat backs and throw cheerios, still lingering in your mind. You'd expect a certain sense of relief upon returning to a quiet home, but you're more realistic than that.
And just as you're pulling the plug on optimism's last vegetable breath, bracing yourself for flatline...you find your roomie dressed as Courtney Love: The Crackwhore Phase, traipsing about the house in a boys size 12 button down, no pants and enough black eyeshadow to refinish a Hummer. Smashed plates grace the kitchen floor, the shower is filled with candles and knives, roses are ripped of their petals and strewn around the house in patterns you'd liken more to Escher than accident.
And for a moment, life is good. Your friends are the most interesting in the world. You can fly to locales just for a weekend at a moment's notice. You have no reason to set an alarm, no responsibilities. No one utters commonplace trivialities or plays pop music. The unexpected becomes the norm and spontaneity is intrinsic. Life is good. Fleeting, but good. But your life, your life is bloody fantastic!
And just as you're pulling the plug on optimism's last vegetable breath, bracing yourself for flatline...you find your roomie dressed as Courtney Love: The Crackwhore Phase, traipsing about the house in a boys size 12 button down, no pants and enough black eyeshadow to refinish a Hummer. Smashed plates grace the kitchen floor, the shower is filled with candles and knives, roses are ripped of their petals and strewn around the house in patterns you'd liken more to Escher than accident.
And for a moment, life is good. Your friends are the most interesting in the world. You can fly to locales just for a weekend at a moment's notice. You have no reason to set an alarm, no responsibilities. No one utters commonplace trivialities or plays pop music. The unexpected becomes the norm and spontaneity is intrinsic. Life is good. Fleeting, but good. But your life, your life is bloody fantastic!
posted by Chishiki Lauren at 1:53 AM
5 Comments:
awesome. glad you had fun.
Does Courtney Love have any phase other than crackwhore?
I believe she fell for the lure of eurotrash fashions for a while, which has a crowbar of distinction from crackwhore. Then there was that brief stint when she dressed as Gene Harlow...that was a fun one. I think it lasted until Happy Hour.
@Corey: I envision little Frances and the child (not sure if it's a boy or girl, and glad about that)of Britney Spears becoming close friends. They'll probably share the same therapist...and heroine addiction.
I hope the littlest cobain comes out well adjusted. She seems like a regular kid in interviews, but with a mother like that, who knows?
Dear Lauren:
I notice you haven't posted since April. That is sooooooooooo cool, since most of us are so damned compulsive (and needy) that we can scarce survive the day without "checking in." Bad.
I also like your Petrarch quote (though it was prob'ly writ by Laura (=Lauren?)...
And then there's Courtney and li'l Bean (and I confess -- isn't confessing cooool? -- I haven't kept track of them -- except for watching C on the Pamela "roast," which was delicious!).
But mainly, I do love your slightly abstract, slightly "dare you" way of blogging.
Now, if we can just get your nose to the grindstone, and see your tracks here a LITTLE more often than once every two freaking months...
Hugs, J
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