reunions

so, i leave for london tonight. with a nasty ache behind my shoulder blade that got exacerbated after mimicking the fish pose after a few too many belgian beers on wednesday night.

ah, wednesday. i spent the night practically licking brownie crumbs from the concrete bar at the room in soho after an all-too-pleasant reunion with my high school partner in crime, the jinius. note: i spend every second i'm with her convincing her that she should a) marry me in california for papers b) join me in the merry world of copywriting or c) commit to pulling a costanza and doing the opposite of every instinct she has (which usually includes drunk texting men who have no business even talking to her).

which reminds me... we had a writing teacher in high school who (i think) lied about writing the keys episode on seinfeld. both jinius & i were obsessed with the show at the time and our first assignment was to artfully write ourselves into a scene of our favourite sitcom. we were each other's elaines, except neither one of us really fits the part. snarky, yes. shiksa, not really. and neither one of us ever wore wingtips, thank god.

the jinius is a kinda gal who's easy to hate. she has a thick mane of damn near perfect hair, skin that glows, and the kind of look that never needs accessories. she epitomizes young urban effortless chic and still looks like she's 18. her sense of humor, however, is closer to that of a 12 year old suburbanite boy. hence why we get along so well...

i dragged ji to her first club when i was a sullen, drugged out goth in love with my own drama (and indigo eyeliner). we've nursed each others break ups from afar, and acted as cheerleaders and sounding boards, but, living in a city as hectic as NY, never seem to connect as much as we should. so what now? i shall ploy her with the weekly promise of heffeweizen and food. seeing her is the kind of reunion that i'll never starve myself and lament over for months in advance. the FAMILY reunion, however, is slightly more tenuous.

TO LONDON!!!!