18 August 2007

4 oh, drama

sometimes i wonder if i'm not a little too content with routine. yeah, there was the fortnight of manic socialization wrought by the parker posey, but still. shouldn't there be more to a friday night than 90210, yoga and reading until 3 a.m.? some Drama or some Event or, at the very least, Some Thing. then yesterday- as i snuggled up to the air conditioner with guralnick and a glass of lambic- i overheard this conversation, the benefits of which have been two-fold.

firstly, having spent half an hour subjected to every single gory detail of some random drunk dude's struggle with his acid-dropping ex-girlfriend, who's going to have an abortion next week because she fears getting fat, i will never ever again wish for drama. because i have it pretty damn good.

secondly, i will never ever again say anything of import into a telephone, much less say anything of extremely personal import into a telephone at an exceptionally high volume while standing on a balcony near an open window and a screen door.

4 comments:

Linda said...

Eek and good riddance. I'd rather my boring at-home life any day!

oline said...

amen. after two more nights of subjection to this drama, i've decided you really can't beat lambic and 90210.

Linda said...

two more nights?! heaven help us all!

oline said...

two more nights. with a brief interlude last night as well. ah, as the world turns...