Ouch. July 18, 2004 ~ 11:17 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedLori and I spent various parts of yesterday afternoon (the parts where we weren’t reading plays) acting like idiots around the pool. Part of the idiot-fest was surfing on foam rafts - you know, you jump out from the side of the pool, land on the raft, and see how long you can stay upright. Then we decided that wasn’t good enough, so we started doing flips from the side of the pool onto the rafts. Finally, we reached an all new height of stupidity. Lori said “Why don’t you put me on your shoulders and then jump in the pool?” So we did. I’d sit down on the little wall beside the pool, Lori would get on my shoulders, chicken-fight style, I’d stagger the two steps to the side of the pool, and jump in. It was fun. And let me tell you, I sunk like a frickin’ stone. A couple of times, my ass hit the bottom of the pool (it’s about 7′ deep where we were jumping in). Thought nothing of it until this morning, when I woke up with a sore neck. At first we thought it was from the chicken-fights we had last night, but then my Brilliant Boyfriend asked if I was carrying anyone on my shoulders in the fights, and I said “No.” And then it dawned on me. I wasn’t carrying anyone on my shoulders in the pool. But I was by the side of the pool, and jumping into the pool. At least 5 times. As Rick said “Thank God Lori’s so damn skinny.” But really, her 105 and my 135 pounds are not that far apart, if I’m carrying her on my shoulders. I’m a moron. But it was fun. 
I saw Rick tonight. Stopped by his house when I got dropped off by my friendly Playwright’s Group Carpool. Because I missed him. I missed him so much, I hiked a half mile from the house I was staying at this afternoon to the hill that is the only place I can get cell phone reception while I’m there, stood in a field with knee-deep grass and bugs of all kinds, and talked to him for 20 minutes in the drizzle. That’s when you know it’s love. If I come down with Lyme Disease because of bites I received in the field, I will hold that guilt over his head. My family’s Irish. I can do that.
And finally, if you popped by Thursday night you might have seen a post about Evil Julie (EJ, for short). I took it down, because it involved someone that I try to be courteous about, just because she has ties to three of the most important people in my life. But I’m still laughing about it. So if you go to the New York Times online, and check out the review for Elton John’s concert at Radio City (I believe the article is dated July 15), and read the last paragraph of it, you’ll know why I was laughing so hard at another’s misfortune. Maybe. If you know me and the bizarre situation that is my life.
Alright, I’m going to bed. I know this doesn’t make sense, but I’m too tired to fix it. Night, all.
