When I was a kid, I would always daydream about what I would be like 10 years from then, 15 years from then, at age 25, etc. I always imagined, for some reason, driving around a green Toyota Tercel and carrying groceries up to a condo right across the street from my parents' house off Pathfinder Road. That was the loftiest of my goals, and looking back now it's apparent things have turned out pretty darn well.
And it could be a Sunday morning like this, when I get to really sleep in and wake up to streaming sunshine, when the first thing I lay eyes on is Dozer's furry head, when Literati serves me the best cappuccino in the West Side, that I start to reappreciate the many virtues of a charmed life.
And it also could be a great conversation with Erik. A year ago we were at Rock Bottom together toasting his birthday. Today it felt like we were having one of our many breakfasts together again as I chatted him up on the celly while having an omelette. He left me with so much invigorating positivity. Peppered into our exchange of news, were the messages that: 1) the kind of energy you give is the kind you receive, 2) every person you meet is a new opportunity, and most importantly, 3) if you expect too little out of people and your life it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
One of the funniest things is watching a movie with Jose when he is not enjoying it. He'll start fidgeting noticeably, moving forward in his seat, and massaging his temples with his fingertips as if he is mentally rubbing out misery. And then afterward he'll engage in severe mockery, imitating or quoting lines as a side effect of having caught whatever sickness plagued the movie. His primary beef with Closer was that the dialogue was almost entirely two-word lines with characters spontaneously blurting out, "I love you!" He said that they were all answering each others' rhetorical questions. I pointed out that this type of colloquy was symptomatic of a play-turned-film. It still didn't stop Jose from only speaking in two-word phrases punctuated with an "I love you!" for the rest of the night. I had to remind him that this was not nearly as bad as the time I had to sit through Martin Lawrence in Nothing to Lose.
Happy Birthday, Erik! So many December birthdays.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 3:13 PM
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