2-Apr-2007

What could have been the worst weekend in a long time actually turned into one of the best.  A special thanks to my mom, who distracted me from reality with a giggly conversation about porn.  It's kind of fun to admit things to your mother, like, say, that your neighbor The Pony actually used to bring porn up to your apartment and watch it with you, merely to see you go goggle-eyed and point and laugh like a five year old at a petting zoo.  Also, props are due the Designated Driver, as per usual, for just being her.  And, last but definitely not least, to the Honeybee, who not only let me sob on her shoulder, but also didn't let me leave her sight for fear of, I don't know, a suicide attempt, or maybe she was just afraid I'd steal her tostada CPK from the fridge while she wasn't looking.  She brought me Pinkberry Friday night without my having to ask, and because she knew I wouldn't ask, then came back Saturday morning and didn't end up leaving till Sunday afternoon.  It's funny, when I look back at many of the landmark tragedies in my life, not that there have been many, but she's been there throughout most of them, tap-dancing in fuzzy slippers to make me smile, or impersonating Carrot Top, if I needed to get out my anger.  She's even gone so far as to fashion voodoo dolls out of socks and Sarah Polley dolls out of clay.  I don't like to wallow, but it's nice to have someone around whom you don't have to pretend to be strong.