This evening's events are making me feel like running in the yard with sparklers.
After the show, I glanced in the mirror and my initial reaction was "that's not me." The lighting combined with the startled look on my face made me look just like I did when I was twenty, with whispy little monkey hair curls around my face and neck from wearing a ponytail all day.
Then I went to the grocery store and saw this guy that it took me four aisles and the checkout line to place. He'd been in a band with an old boyfriend and they sang this song called "Bobo Come Home" about a lost dog (but all the other songs were crap) and I think his name was Bob. Then I think he got a tattoo of a purple panther or married and they weren't in a band anymore. He left the store right before I figured out who he was or I would have demanded to see the purple panther. Purple Panther!
And then I talked to the most adorable girl in the universe who will be living in the Maid's Room come June 10th. She's so excited to live here that she picked up my call and talked to me for twenty minutes, forgetting that she'd left her dad on the other line.
No one will be able to resist the summertime wonder of our home. I'd better start making sangria right now (so's it's not spodie-odie-odie like all the other times).
Posted by Ida at May 22, 2003 10:21 PMFunny thing -- the picture of 20-year-old-you with long Mormon Girl blond hair? That looks like you. But when I see pictures from three years ago when your hair was cropped really short, I ocasionally wonder, who the hell is that...?
Sing it with me:
Spodie-odie-odie hey! a spodie-odie hey! spodie-odie-odie hey! a spodie-odie hey!
I have to admit that the "that's not me" reaction was connected to this weird idea that I was looking into a special Mirror of the Past.
(Drinkin' spodie-odie-odie drinkin' wine!)
Posted by: Ida at May 23, 2003 09:27 AMWhen I was a little kid I used to think it would be cool to turn adults into kids. Then I saw this show on Nickelodeon where this wizard who lives in an attic in Brooklyn brews up this youth potion and tricks this old lady into washing her dishes in it. And she goes and washes this old tea cup and she takes it out and looks at her hands, which have gotten all young, and looks at the tea cup which has gotten all new, and says hey, what happened to my cup? What happened to my hands? Where's the crack in the cup from when my son knocked it off the table? Where's the scar I got on my knuckle when I was a nurse in the war?
It totally changed my opinion about the merits of making people younger.
I've already been confused regarding time all week because I've been doing Freesia's job at the theatre (which used to mine except that I was the boss lady) and I keep running across all these names who are the same people I used to talk to and it's all exactly the same and makes me feel like the past nine years are all some Jewish folktale and I might be waking up into something I don't want to be and had already made decisions to leave.
Posted by: Ida at May 23, 2003 01:12 PMStill, it would amost be worth it; just for the proof.