So here I am at the airport, waiting. I
can't believe there's another hour, now that the flight has been delayed. What
am I going to do for another hour? I kind of want a cocktail, but I haven't had
anything to drink in two weeks, I mean anything to drink except with Ned. There's
no way I could get hard to fuck him without a few cocktails. I mean JoAnne
didn't say anything about not drinking, she actually said she thought drinking
and pot would be okay, and I said are you sure? And she said yes, I've never
been drunk when I shot dope, what would be the point? And I said but pot, what
about pot? And she said oh, you're right.
So I guess our agreement is that
neither of us is going to do any drugs, but we can drink: we’ll get cocktails
together but not on our own. And I said wait, how about if we only drink when
we’re having a meal, so that it’s part of a ritual that doesn't involve drugs?
Maybe that was more for me than her, since I'm the one who always wants drugs
when I get cocktails. But the word ritual, that was for her, she’s the one who
likes rituals.
I can't wait until JoAnne sees the
new living room. I painted the whole room purple, just for her. With magenta
trim. And then I painted the windowsill in Abby's room purple also, Abby's room
which will now be JoAnne's, unless Abby comes back and then JoAnne will move
into the third bedroom. And I painted my windowsill purple too, and I painted
one of the walls in the third bedroom magenta. I was going to paint the whole
room, but honey, painting takes forever, and I got tired. Maybe it looks better
with just one wall anyway.
But then I needed to find some furniture
for the living room. One day I noticed signs for a yard sale a few doors down.
There wasn't anything in the yard, but the front door was open so I went in and
there was a really old lady who said: I like your hat, ma'am.
I guess she meant my hair, so I said
thank you.
Feathers, she said, I like the
old-fashioned kind. And I smiled.
Looking around I noticed the most
hideous gold sofa set, Louis the 14th style, no maybe not Louis the 14th, but
some king who made a sofa set so hideous that it was gorgeous. Maybe it's more
1970s then 19th century, now that I think about it, with the brocade swirly
paisley tie pattern. But anyway I asked if the sofas were for sale. And this
old woman said yes, everything in this room, my granddaughter is redecorating.
And I asked her how much. A hundred dollars, she said, and I had $100 of hooker
money in my pocket so I took it out right then and counted it for her. And she
yelled Vito, Vito, can you help this nice young lady?
And Vito came down, and looked at me
like where is the nice young lady, but he didn't say that, he just said do you
live nearby? And I said yeah, just down the street, 146 Webster. And the old
lady said the sofa set, with the table.
I didn't realize I was buying the table,
some atrocious mirrored thing, a big block of solid glass right out of some
‘80s coke party, but Vito said no problem, I'll bring it right over, and I went
back home and waited. And he did come right over, with another middle-aged
Italian guy, maybe his brother, and they said this is kind of a funny color in
here, did your wife choose it? And I just smiled as they put the sofas and
table in my new living room, and I couldn't really believe how over-the-top it
looked. I was a queen before, but look at me now.
I called JoAnne right away and she said
you know, you don't have to do any of this, you don't have to do any of this
for me. And I said I know, but I'm doing it anyway. And she started laughing. I
hadn’t heard her laugh like that in a while.
Then I started to get manic, or maybe I
was already manic but anyway I realized there was nothing on the walls, so I
took all of my lists that I've been saving, saving for something but I didn't
know what, and I taped them all together, maybe 6 feet across and 5 feet tall,
tricks’ names and numbers and grocery lists and INCEST and who knows what else,
all of that, my life for the last few months, and then I taped it to the wall
but something was missing, a frame, where should I get a frame? Then I remembered
that Goodwill in Cambridge has great frames so I went over and got this huge
gold thing.
But actually the lists were bigger than the
frame so I hung it off-center like a frame without a frame no I mean art
without borders, right, a new campaign slogan for the end of 1995. And it's
funny how now there's all this gold in here because I hate gold. But it looks
hilarious. Especially now that I keep adding lists so the art is growing
underneath the frame and I can't believe I waited this long, waited this long
to decorate the living room, what’s next?
Oh, don't forget the rubber tree — I got
a rubber tree that someone left on the street, a really big one that was
half-dead, but then I took off all the brown leaves and at first it looked kind
of strange because there were leaves on one side but not the other, I mean it
still looks strange but not any stranger than anything else in the room, and we
do need a plant, right? I guess the landlord said we could only paint neutral
colors. Oh, well — purple is pretty neutral to me. We can always paint it over
later.

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