It hasn’t been that long…
since I’ve written a post. I did one just the other day. It was really long and newsy and fun, but stupid Friendster deleted it. I think I might have been partly to blame because I took a phone call in the middle of writing it, and I think the website timed out. Ah well, lesson learned. All calls must wait until I hit POST.
Yesterday, as part of my jet set life that just never stops, I went to Palm Springs for just one night (una noche). My friends invited me to come with them to stay at their really good friend’s house and then attend a really big pool party. Well, pool party is my middle name so I jumped at the chance. Now the weather in PS was just gorgeous and perfect for swimming. Silly me, I packed my really cute swimsuit, but forgot to bring shorts or flip-flops. Not wanting to arrive in jeans and shoes and socks, our host dug up some serious hot pants from the seventies (he’s now an old man). Seeing him now, you’d never believe he ever wore them (I’m still doubtful), but he let me borrow them and later gave them to me! They are baby blue with a cream-colored trim. And they fit perfectly, as did a pair of his old flip-flops. Cut to the party. I prance in wearing my short shorts and holding a towel, and all of the five guys in attendence are sitting down, far from the huge, COVERED pool, looking at me like I have two heads. It turned out not to be a pool party. The guy misread the invitation, and we all looked so stupid. I had to explain to each person I talked to why I was dressed so inappropriately (which wasn’t actually hard at all since hardly anyone was there). Guest highlights include a guy with two different colored eyes (one got hit by a bebe as a child and subsequently changed from blue to brown!) and a former TV exec who had inside info on the demise of Arsenio Hall and Jane Pauley.
The best part of the weekend was watching two full hours of my very favorite reality show, Cheaters! Even though it’s not as trashy as it used to be, and I had to watch it at low volume, that show was the bomb. It really makes you think about love and if it really exists. I used to watch it every Saturday night before hitting the clubs back in Chicago until the station stopped airing it. It had been a long time, and watching it now was like a tall glass of water on a hot day in the desert.
The worst part of the weekend was having people speak badly about my body right in front of me. I’m getting fed up with the widespread belief that it is perfectly fine to tell someone that they are too thin. It’s generally agreed that telling someone they need to lose weight is hurtful, but it doesn’t seem that a lot of people understand that it is also hurtful to hear that you need to gain weight. Listen to these insulting and awkward instances! On Friday, a friend of mine slapped me on the back and told me in the middle of the bar that I need some meat on my bones. "Awesome! Well, you have a great weekend, too!" Then this morning, my Palm Springs host told me that I’m "skinnier than a rail" (which doesn’t sound all that great to me) and that I will soon look "emaciated." "Wow! Thanks for telling me that. Excuse me while I rush to the donut shop." Maybe these two guys meant well, but it’s really hard for me to do like Pebbles and give them the benefit of the doubt. I just hope that I don’t explode at the next person.
I’m running out of time, but there’s so much more to report. I’ll give you more highlights from my week. I saw the independent film "Tennis, Anyone" which I don’t recommend unless you really liked "Sideways." I got the new Madonna album which is really good, of course. My favorite song is "Sorry." Oh, and an extra-spicy order of Thai Green Papaya Salad put me in so much discomfort that I have vowed to stay away!
Here’s a little bit about last weekend which was spent dog-sitting. Now dogs are sweet, and this one was especially sweet, but they are such a pain to care for. Someone needs to explain to me why they have to search for a half hour to find the perfect place to take a shit. That was frustrating to me. Next, people should really wait to get a dog until they have a backyard for the dog. It’s just smart. Without that, your entire schedule must revolve around its movements, and that is just no way to live.
