when the boy scouts and i got to atlanta airport, i was worried that we’d have a repeat of the trip out from chicago–eighteen hours of rerouting, delays and drama. but then i walked into the airport and saw something that made me realize i’d really be a selfish, spoilt brat to complain about anything.
the flight itself was easy and i was looking forward to meeting f2fb friend #200–i feel this to be a huge milestone for me. the southern trip also represented another strange surprise of this project: the boy scouts (ben and branden) with their cameras wanted to take a side trip to meet my father justin. justin was one of my first facebook visits (he’s f2fb friend #30). there was a lot of drama at the last visit and i was shaking inside when we reached tallahassee. if he had said i was an idiot, or if he had said nothing whatsoever to me, i wouldn’t have been surprised. instead, i really was shocked–
thank you to the very wonderful cinematographers kyle and caitlin!
in chicago, i grabbed a cab and headed for the university club of chicago where i would meet miss f2fb friend #200 elizabeth stein. she is a dealer in stradivarius violins and non plus ultra when it comes to chic. i came to know her because she is a friend of my ex-husband–they are both members of the university club–and indeed my ex-husband was so kind as to make arrangements beforehand to pay for our dinner.
liz greeted me as if i were a william shackleton returning from an adventure. which was exactly what i felt like.
liz and i dined on the twelfth floor outdoor gallery. everyone knew her name–every waiter, every busboy, every guest. because we were next to the balcony railing, i leaned a little towards the building just in case a strong wind should try to blow me overboard–i might have given the appearance of having bad posture.
we talked about beauty, since our meeting started with the language of women friends–”you look great!” liz is beautiful, but believes she isn’t. liz believes i’m beautiful, but i don’t share that belief. we are roughly the same age and we were raised in an era that prized very thin lips (no collagen!), very small ass (kim kardashian? no way!), absolutely no tits and above all, a small nose. beauty was twiggy–
liz grew up with a lot of pressure to get a nose job. the patricks who raised me were appalled at my appearance–deciding that my nose, in particular, indicated a possibility that they had been slipped a jewish child by the adoption agency! a lot of gals our age got their noses changed to the “cheryl tiegs” nose. no disrespect to ms. tiegs.
liz and i both agreed that our age gives us the right to say “i am exactly who i am” that’s what this year has been about for me and i hope it’s what miss f2fb #200′s life is about!