Alex and I have talked before about how our blogs inform each other … we were reading each other’s sites even before we became friends, really. We had Mitchell in common, and also she had been in a show with M. and had taken note of his “crazy girlfriend” who sent him a “kumquat” backstage, instead of a bouquet or a note. Yup. That was me. But this was YEARS ago – before she was even really friends with Mitchell. hahaha I love that. Alex, sitting backstage, putting on makeup, and watching M. unwrap a small orange gourd, sent to him by some nutter. (ie: Me.) I sent him a gourd (IT WAS NOT A KUMQUAT) wrapped in a paper bag and I had written on the gourd: Have a good show. M. loved it. Everyone else in the cast who saw him unwrap a GOURD thought that he was obviously dating a lunatic. There is truth in both sides.
But now here Alex and I are – years later, and not only have we spent time together in person, but we have nearly died from lack of oxygen during laughing fits on her porch (Alex declaring, like a Roman senator: “It was manipulation at its zenith!” There was a pause, and I gently corrected her: “Xenu.” After that? Laughter so long that we thought we would die.) – we had adventure after adventure after adventure after adventure in LA (please realize that for the two of us running the damn dishwasher could possibly be an adventure – but those links there are some legitimate adventures involving failed brakes, dead bodies, floating heads of Ronnie Hubman and confrontations with his cult-minions on Hollywood Boulevard) Anyway – I felt like I was her friend before we met, but now that we’ve spent so much time together, fuggedaboutit. Friends for life, man.
And her wife Chrisanne too – these are two powerhouse personalities. People I felt I could love within 5 minutes of meeting them.
Alex and I have talked a couple of times about how it is we read one another – it’s very specific. It’s almost like we are pushing one another to become better and more honest writers. It’s kind of too deep and involved to get into – and that suddenly reminds me (DOH) of the blog we created together which I have totally neglected – way too busy this spring!!
So I read her post this morning, and felt again, the cold clear breath of honesty there. Even when she admits she lies. That’s the bravest kind of honesty, actually. You can’t get more authentic than that.
Precious. The woman is precious to me.
