Life

One good way to avoid doing all the things you need to do is to help others--that way you don't feel like you're wasting time. Rather, you're bringing someone else happiness right? Well, that's what happened today. It all started when I sat at my computer and started to get this overwhelming feeling I usually get when I know there's lots of stuff I want to do but I don't know where to start because I haven't written a list so I start cleaning the bathroom, then I sit at the computer again, then I get my laundry ready, only to start wiping down the counters and like I said, all I really need to do is sit down and write a goddam list and prioritize cause that way I'll be able to do the most important thing on the list (like my HAIR!)or working on one of my projects, or sorting my clothes out, or dusting, or--whatever, you get the point. So I do what any logical person would do--I called my friend.
I haven't seen V in ages. The last time I saw her was like four months ago in her savvy apartment in the center of Copenhagen. She has a knack for finding GREAT apartments (I am so jealous) but she had been wanting to get rid of this one cause if it's one thing V is not good at it's paying a lot of rent and somehow she manages to find GREAT apartments at reasonable prices, but this one in the center? No way--it was a duplex with two balconies (TWO!) and even had a tub, which by Danish standards is friggin luxury but still, V was paying an arm and a leg in rent for such a find, so she just had to go lower in rent and not only did she do that ladies and gentlemen, she has managed to find an apartment that's way cheaper than mine and is at least TWICE the size! BITCH! The great thing is, she's now right around the corner from me! Yeah!
You may or may not remember V from my "Puffy" Piece --it's like when we're together we get on the dance floor and break out our Solid Gold moves, harass young men and bad talk crappy fashion. We get so shallow together that it's deep. I love it. But you know, time goes by and next thing you know it's like four months since you last seen your girl and there's so much to talk about. And to be honest, I'm too old for parties and all that stuff--I just don't feel it anymore. I've been partying since I was like ten, and I'm way too vain to lose so much sleep over loud music and songs that, because I'm old, I don't even recognize! So I leave that all to V-- and when we get together, I relax and allow myself to be entertained by her latest conquest stories which always involve heavy make-out sessions with gorgeous men who usually have very large penises. I'm not kidding. This time it was all about her latest trip, which happened to be to Trinidad and Tobago (her first time) the local beach hustlers, who are all gorgeous (of course) and how she has to navigate the push and pull sensation of knowing she's being hustled, but being entertained none-the-less.
We reminisce--the food, the beaches, the sense-of-humor, the warmth. Sigh.
But anyway, we're in her new, HUGE, apartment and since she's moving I get sucked into moving large things up to her attic. I don't mind because it's the most exercise I've had in months. I think the last time I went out for a run was Christmas day. I'm not kidding. So I am incredibly out of shape.
My heart beat in ways I didn't know was possible. It sounded like morse code: S.O.S! Help!
V works at a magazine and always has fun freebies so I managed to cajole some sweet stuff from her--I always get my favorite lipsticks after I visit her. It's like I suck at make-up shopping and she always has the perfect color in her bathroom, just waiting there for me. I am so happy she has moved back to my neighborhood!
She also used to be my running partner when she lived in my neighborhood before so hopefully her presence will make me a bit healthier. Unfortunately, we always also drink a lot of red wine together!
But anyway, welcome back to the neighborhood V! I look forward to seeing more of you and hearing of the somewhat exciting life lurking just beyond my world, cause let's face it--I haven't got the energy! But I LOVE hearing about it!
And in your honor, I raise a toast: To shallowness--sometimes if you get too deep, you drown.
Hugs,
the lab