21-Jan-2007
That's right, folks, it's Guest Blog time. Up this week is Cliffhanger, who has, by her own account, put up with a lot of shit from me over the past 48 hours. Although I admit nothing, I am relinquishing the spotlight to her for the day. And just a word to the wise: she is expecting comments. So here ya go!
The first time I met Melissa was over the phone. The introduction came
from her predecessor at PEPPER, LRuch, and though I can't remember the
exact wording of our first conversation, I remember thinking that this new
chick could not possibly replace LRuch in my rolodex without working at
it. I was bereft. Who would I get my super secret show information from?
Who would pre-release production copies of the show to me? Yes, it was
all about me.
I have to say in the beginning it was many days between emails, many
weeks between calls, and many months before we would stare at each other
face to face. Ahhh, that day. I have been reminded (repeatedly, which
should come as no surprise to most of you) that I met "MA" at a real low
point in her life. The meeting could have been a real low point in my
life, too. Not only was she imposing on my Saturday, she was late and
the bakery was out of my favorite cake. With such an ignoble start to
this journey down friendship lane, I guess it's really a tribute to my
impeccable judge of character that I would still identify her worth and
befriend her (despite her many professed flaws). And to set the record
straight, she got the date right, but definitely frosted reality when it
comes to the invite to her maiden hike that fateful August day. But hiking,
as I've told her, is sacred time and not to be recounted willy-nilly on this blob.
So here are a few of my favorite things (in inconsequential order) about
MA:
How she says "ok, ok, ok" just like Joe Pesci a la LETHAL WEAPON to
signal =her excitement prior to relating a story.
When she imbues inanimate objects with
names/feelings/personalities/thoughts. Namely plush toys.
Her lack of faith in her immune system and the belief that every ailment
will lead to her death.
The fact that she doesn't eat or just forgets to feed herself.
And on the rare occasion she does, she likes to share the sweet and
savory.
Her love of RVC (red velvet cake) and Pinkberry.
She is truly insane and expects others to read her mind. Often when she
herself doesn't know it.
Her belief that herpes kills.
She fondly refers to the lord as Wee Baby Jesus.
Her inability to ride an elevator alone. Glass elevators excepted.
She is the mother of self-deprecation and the father of indecision.
Denies that she makes every conversation revolve around Kentucky. And
how she's from there.
And finally, she'll be my friend and post this entry, though she'll
really want to re-write history, as she famous for doing, editing out
both the best and worst parts and making it just THAT much funnier...
The first time I met Melissa was over the phone. The introduction came
from her predecessor at PEPPER, LRuch, and though I can't remember the
exact wording of our first conversation, I remember thinking that this new
chick could not possibly replace LRuch in my rolodex without working at
it. I was bereft. Who would I get my super secret show information from?
Who would pre-release production copies of the show to me? Yes, it was
all about me.
I have to say in the beginning it was many days between emails, many
weeks between calls, and many months before we would stare at each other
face to face. Ahhh, that day. I have been reminded (repeatedly, which
should come as no surprise to most of you) that I met "MA" at a real low
point in her life. The meeting could have been a real low point in my
life, too. Not only was she imposing on my Saturday, she was late and
the bakery was out of my favorite cake. With such an ignoble start to
this journey down friendship lane, I guess it's really a tribute to my
impeccable judge of character that I would still identify her worth and
befriend her (despite her many professed flaws). And to set the record
straight, she got the date right, but definitely frosted reality when it
comes to the invite to her maiden hike that fateful August day. But hiking,
as I've told her, is sacred time and not to be recounted willy-nilly on this blob.
So here are a few of my favorite things (in inconsequential order) about
MA:
How she says "ok, ok, ok" just like Joe Pesci a la LETHAL WEAPON to
signal =her excitement prior to relating a story.
When she imbues inanimate objects with
names/feelings/personalities/thoughts. Namely plush toys.
Her lack of faith in her immune system and the belief that every ailment
will lead to her death.
The fact that she doesn't eat or just forgets to feed herself.
And on the rare occasion she does, she likes to share the sweet and
savory.
Her love of RVC (red velvet cake) and Pinkberry.
She is truly insane and expects others to read her mind. Often when she
herself doesn't know it.
Her belief that herpes kills.
She fondly refers to the lord as Wee Baby Jesus.
Her inability to ride an elevator alone. Glass elevators excepted.
She is the mother of self-deprecation and the father of indecision.
Denies that she makes every conversation revolve around Kentucky. And
how she's from there.
And finally, she'll be my friend and post this entry, though she'll
really want to re-write history, as she famous for doing, editing out
both the best and worst parts and making it just THAT much funnier...
I must apologize for my child. I know she is driving you and probably everyone around her crazy. It is just her way.
Take care. Happy hiking!!
No apology necessary. We were all crazy to begin with... and like it that way
:)