Wednesday, November 23, 2005

There's A Hole In The Bucket Dear Liza, Dear Liza

All week long I look forward to two television shows:

Nip/Tuck and Gray's Anatomy.

That's it. I don't mix in any Seinfield reruns, I don't watch the news, I don't check out whatever new and special television pilot has managed to make it's way past the idiots that decide what I should be watching and who, therefore, plant it directly in front of me for my viewing pleasure. In fact, the only other time the tv normally comes on for a dose of random television viewing is Saturday night when I try to catch a rerun of CSI. That is, if I'm not partying it up like a total rockstar.

Oh, and that sound you hear? That would be The Powers That Be TOTALLY laughing their asses off. As IF I've got enough rockstar dust saved up to party like a rockstar, get laid like a rockstar, throw down drinks like a rockstar or even (shocker) sport fashionable duds like a rockstar.

So last night I head directly to my friend Amanda's house where the ritual viewing of the Nip/Tuck-ness commences at promptly nine o'clock. There is no talking, no interruptions, no phone calls. Which is why when my phone rang at twenty till nine that I almost left it ringing in my purse. What if it was someone that wanted to chit chat? What if I couldn't get them off the phone fast enough? WHAT IF THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND MY OBSESSION WITH CHRISTIAN TROY, THE HOTTEST FAUX PLASTIC SURGEON EVER TO LIVE.

But I answered it. Only because the area code was jacked up and my curiosity over the random area code won out over my instinctive desire to not talk on the phone.

And who would it be, you ask? Well, it would be Old Friend. The one I wrote about earlier this week. The one who tried to initiate reconciliation and the one which I thought I had effectively shot down. The old Old Friend wouldn't have lived through the honesty of my email. But apparently the new Old Friend not only withstood it-- she had to make a PHONE CALL to express her sincerity.

Apparently she responded to my email "immediately" but found out through a mutual friend that I had never received her response. This mutual friend instigated a phone call that would surely "prove" how sincere she was.

And you know what? It kind of sounded like she was. And so I talked to her for a few minutes, agreed that this coming Saturday I would see her at a friend's bonfire party and then hung up the phone. Where I promptly over-analyzed every. single. detail. She made no effort in our phone conversation to explain WHY she wanted to be friends again, only that she MISSED me, missed all of us, and wanted that back again. And the thing is, I'm just not sure if that's good enough. But I'll be there on Saturday and I suppose we'll go from there.

And hopefully my drama-free friends know how much I love them for remaining STAUNCHLY DRAMA-FREE.


The Gnat's Trumpet said...

Maybe she saw that new show with Jason Lee, the one where he wants to make amends with everyone from his past, and she got inspired.

Looking forward to the report from Saturday.

trueborn said...

But what is life without drama? Sad, pale, gray, in essence it would suck. It's kinda like salt. Just enough and it makes everything more interesting, too much and you want to throw away whatever it came with it.