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| 01.06.06 (3:47 pm) [edit] |
Tonight I will try to sleep on an airplane. Weather today was predicted to be rainy and windy. It's bright and sunny with not a cloud in the sky. Yeah, that's close.
At work yesterday a couple of women who are both sharing a room and major PMS came down to the bar for a glass of wine, some nuts and 'the most chocolate you can pile on one plate without committing mortal sin'. Something about them stroked me all the right ways. We told stories about everything and I had one of them spitting wine out of her mouth with laughter. I thought about how lucky they are to be good friends and also co-workers. They have a kind of language which is unique to their friendship.
I ahve a friend like that here in SF and she and I have quite a history. Like many of my closest girlfriends, we once shared a boyfriend. I don't know why that was a continuing trend of my twenty-something years but it was. Since Kristin and I both work in hospitality we celebrated our Christmas together a little late. Last Tuesday, acutally. Kristin bought me a couple of really snazzy shirts and I got her a spa day. I fared better on this exchange because it is highly unlikely that I'll use the shirts in any way that might rip off large patches of hair from my body. So K cooked us sweet potato soup and made homemade mac and cheese. YUM to the 9th power, yo. we watched a couple of movies and told stories while lounging on her bed with the cats. And that's where the problem starts.
Kristing rather recently moved to an apartment with hardwood floors. Her bed in on wheels. Everytime we leaned against the wall, the bed moved away from it. I joked she had better not engage in any strenous activity on that bed or she'll find herself rolling down Potrero Hill and into traffic on Highway101. At some point I was animatedly telling a story, (me? Never!) and I set my arm on a pillow and let my weight go in it. I sank and ended up with my entire upper body disappearing under the double pillow top bed. When my decent had stopped, only my legs were visible and I was laughing so hard I couldn't pull myself up. Now for my favorite part.
My Aunt Connie has a way of laughing where she gets so carried away that not a sound comes from her except for an occasional wheeze and the quiet rolling of tears down her cheeks. Sometimes a minute passes when her face is totally frozen in delight and the only indication that she's laughing is the heaving of her chest. These laughing fits always start with a 'take off' sound that is frighteningly like a jet engine warming up only much, much quieter. The silence is broken by a loud and random noise, whether it be gas, or an huge guffaw. I have inherited this laugh.
Silently I surveyed the underside of Kristin's bed while snorting quietly to myself but I couldn't tell you anything of what I saw there. I could hear Kristin laughing just feet away from me. For me, that is Christmas. Friends and family laughing so hard they can do or think of nothing else. My life is full of these kind of memories and the moments in between them while I patiently wait for more.
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posted by: lynne (reply)
post date: 01.06.06 (8:37 pm)
smoooooch
posted by: Lindy (reply)
post date: 01.08.06 (11:19 am)
Oh, what a moment.. and probably not at all funny to anyone else who might have come along and seen it.. I'm glad you have people in your life who share such moments with you. We all need that. I like your idea of what Christmas is. :)
posted by: a/c (reply)
post date: 01.09.06 (5:34 pm)
oh you describe the *aunt connie* laugh to a T .. and, yes, you inherited it as well ... i absolutely love it ... and you as well!
smooooooch ... huuuuuugs
(thanks lynne)
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