I will call, just a moment. Keep repeating to self: Go to the party, you idiot cow. What is wrong with you?" Oh, I should be kinder to self? As in, I never speak to people the way I speak to myself. Right. What could be so scary? You've done this most of your life. Why didn't I read the book beforehand? Shall not pretend to have done so. Shall remain calm in manner of Bridget...oh no, that wasn't charming. Funny, yes. Goal: no funny business (tonight). Especially no unintentional slapstick. No, you absolutely cannot go in nightgown & ballet slippers. Only maniacs, people under 20, & Julian Schnabel wear their pajamas at public events.Oof.
[images of AH (except AH reading book) via Lia Chang's Backstage Pass blog. A new-to-me scanner/printer sits just where it did more than 2 weeks ago when a friend dropped it off. Of course it does. AH reading book by Mark Shaw; in pjs, by Alfred Eisenstaedt, both via LIFE Archives]
3 comments:
I never go to parties. I cringe at invitations. Six people (I know well) in one room is all I can handle. I used to worry that that was strange. Actually, I worried that other people would think it strange. Who cares? I'm perfectly happy with my books, my art, and the squirrel who visits every day.
I do wish you'd post more pink unicorns and rainbows. Ha! You had me laughing...again.
Catherine
Hi Catherine...oh you're not weird.
For me, it depends on what's happening that day, week, hour; in this case I worried over nothing (as usual). There are times, though, when I really do need to go to things; I don't have a representative in the world & need to make a living. Julie resents being asked to go out at the last minute. Especially is I won't spring for a pink unicorn to ride.
Cheers, C.
xo
PS: I envy you your squirrel...I love them.
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