01 June 2011

4 russian tea time


i was sitting with the marrieds in the corner of the russian teahouse in the early days of the deep dark winter of 2010.

i'd never met mr. married's wife and i was seeing him for the first time in eight years. in his memories of me from college, i was reading books in corners at parties. in all of mine, he was wearing plaid pajama pants.

we talked about where we'd been living and what we'd been doing and everyone we'd ever known and then he asked what my dream job was.

i ordered an entree off the children's menu, leaned over the vodka flights and said the first thing that came to mind: biographical researcher writing a biography on the side.

i've been thinking about that a lot lately.

it was the first time i'd ever put it into words.

4 comments:

Linda said...

wait. was this the 2010-2011 winter? or 2009-2010 winter?

oline said...

2009-2010

Linda said...

dag, yo! you were saying it back then! It seems as this has only recently exploded, but it really has been a long time coming. wow.

oline said...

you said "day, yo!"
i don't know what to do with that.