He called, when he heard about my fainting in front of Port Authority. Here is how it went.
Bren: Sheila! You fainted? What the hell??
Me: I know. I have a black eye. I look like a jackass.
Bren: Are you okay?? Why are you at work?
Me: Oh, I’m fine. Besides fainting and stuff, I just have a cold.
Bren: So … [he’s still concerned, I can tell] what are you going to do tonight?
Me: Oh, you know. Go home, get into my pajamas, and watch a Cary Grant movie.
[Long pause]
Bren: So basically, not change your routine at all.
[Pause, as I consider this.]
Me: Yeah, pretty much.
Sounds vastly more coherent and logical than most of the conversations that I have with my sister on the phone :)
Look like a jackass or more like a racoon? I know that you only have half-a-mask but a little extra makeup could fix that right up.
Think I might have gone for Bogart, but Cary Grant aint bad, either.
Cary Grant is my escape hatch. The world disappears when I watch one of his movies. Bogart, too, but Cary Grant even more so.
Last night, I watched my favorite Grant movie – Only Angels Have Wings – which literally works on me like a charm. I even felt like I didn’t have a cold anymore while I watched it.
… sigh …
Excuse me, you FAINTED in front of Port Authority? Are you okay? What’s up with that?!
Kate
Kate, here is the tragic tale. Oh, and yes, I am fine. I look like a badass (or jackass?) with the black eye.
But, hey: looking on the bright side and referencing the post below, now you have an actual excuse to wear an eyepatch and be Sheila the Pirate Queen. ;-)
DaveJ:
I cannot believe I didn’t put all that together! Of course!
And – because I am a LUNATIC – I have an eye patch at home, which I break out every Bloomsday. Yes. I know. It’s nuts. But it’s a tradition.
Pirates, James Joyce, Grania, fainting … somehow it all makes sense.
You should wear the patch on your good eye, just for fun. ;-)
“AAAhhh!!! I’ve gone blind!”
–Lord Nelson’s one line in A Blackadder Christmas Carol, upon waking up with the patch over the good eye.