when i first joined facebook, there were three status choices: single, married, it’s complicated. i was separated from stephen and i picked single because it seemed the most sensible. i didn’t know you had an option to not have a status. and when more choices were offered, i didn’t know how to change my status. it was easier to just get divorced. . . .
when stephen joined facebook, it seemed the civilized thing to do to friend each other. but that didn’t work out at all. deeply uncivilized, we made an agreement:
stephen and i were married for over twenty years. he was married before to carole smith, who lives about six blocks away from my house. she’s my facebook friend. occasionally carole, her partner, elisabeth, elisabeth’s husband, grace (she of the fishnets), joseph, eastman and i will get together for holidays. i think it’s very important for joseph and eastman to have good relationships with stephen’s children — david and elisabeth — from the marriage to carole. a good enough relationship so that when i’m dead, they’ll have somebody to call to bail them out of the pokey.
next: a dinner party with three (!) facebook friends including a curious story of a facebook obsession.
i was getting ready for seeing facebook friend janet sussman. and for the trip. i thought i was good at packing a bag. chargers, black t-shirt, another black t-shirt. i did spend some time flapping my wings worrying about getting a two day trip in the chiaruggi bag. . . and then i freaked!!
i don’t know janet very well. we have mutual friends who are in theater. she’s in “chorus line” in march and i hope she comments on this post to tell us all about how to buy tickets! but this was an emergency-and i started the cancellation calls. . . i am such a damn failure.
so i called janet and said i have lost my wallet and i’m doomed. can’t do the ahem, provocative dance class that i promised to attend. . . and this gal showed up with chocolate, strawberries, a bottle of wine and great attitude.
here is the result of fifteen minutes of getting the janet sussman incredible love:
i admire her. i’m glad she’s my friend. i always think that being by myself is going to be the best thing when i’m in a bad mood. maybe being with a friend is better. the evening ended with facebook friend charlie seymour coming over and the two of them sang show tunes at the piano. charlie’s dog cuddled up with me on the couch. i felt like i was at a going away party hosted by my face to facebook friend #8!
p.s. i’m an idiot is acknowledged. i wonder if there’s a freudian aspect–like i wanted to stay home. . . ?
p.p.s. i had been at a lunch earlier in the day with stephen–my ex–and chris nelson, the director of parent relations at oberlin. stephen had been kind enough to drive me back home. i had dropped the wallet in the car. stephen was kind enough to drive up from the city and drop off the wallet around midnight.
thank you stephen! thank you janet! and thank you charlie and eddie!
this morning, i’m off adventuring!