let’s get stupid So, I

let’s get stupid

So, I was sitting at home watching “Gia”, one of my favorite movies, and pondering the transience of fame, when I suddenly realized that I had just missed the “Pearl” post-mortem. sigh. In retrospect, I probably yakked enough during the “Sizemore Interviews” post-mortem to make up for not being at this one, but I still felt like a shmo. I kvetch about people not seeing my show, and then I miss the post-mortem for the last show I did. I feel like quite the schmuck. Perhaps I need to set some priorities and not be so damned sensitive. That would be a good start.

I talked to Casie Perry for two and a half hours today - she is my second-longest-term friend that I still have. (First longest is M. Rose Barlow, whom I first met when we were in 7th grade.) I met Casie during band camp in 1993, right before we both headed off to IMSA (the Illinois Math and Science Academy). I was around for her first boyfriend (who is now a gay lawyer-in-training), etc etc etc. We don’t get to talk often, but when we do - even if it’s only once every three months - it’s always so nice to hear her voice again. It reminds me of the days before I became what Cosmo calls a GWG - Girl without Girlfriends. Apparently I am quite the cultural pariah. But, as Casie said today, “Guys are so much more chill. With other girls, I always feel like we’re competing for something.” I guess I can kind of understand how that feels. I know so many incredibly talented, gorgeous women… I mean, seriously. Anyway, I miss my Casie. It’s always so nice to talk to someone who knew you “back in the day”. Especially when they still enjoy your company.