{"id":4857,"date":"2006-05-18T11:24:26","date_gmt":"2006-05-18T15:24:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4857"},"modified":"2022-10-10T08:57:10","modified_gmt":"2022-10-10T12:57:10","slug":"honesty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4857","title":{"rendered":"Honesty"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/abillings.livejournal.com\/\">Alex <\/a>and I have talked before about how our blogs inform each other &#8230; we were reading each other&#8217;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 &#8220;crazy girlfriend&#8221; who sent him a &#8220;kumquat&#8221; backstage, instead of a bouquet or a note.  Yup.  That was me.  But this was YEARS ago &#8211; 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: <i>Have a good show<\/i>.  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.<\/p>\n<p>But now here Alex and I are &#8211; 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: &#8220;It was manipulation at its zenith!&#8221;  There was a pause, and I gently corrected her: &#8220;Xe<i>nu<\/i>.&#8221;  After that?  Laughter so long that we thought we would die.) &#8211; we had <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4241\">adventure <\/a>after <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?p=4244\">adventure <\/a>after <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4247\">adventure <\/a> after <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4256\">adventure <\/a>in LA (please realize that for the two of us running the damn dishwasher could possibly be an adventure &#8211; 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 &#8211; I felt like I was her friend before we met, but now that we&#8217;ve spent so much time together, fuggedaboutit.  Friends for life, man.<\/p>\n<p>And her wife Chrisanne too &#8211; these are two powerhouse personalities.  People I felt I could love within 5 minutes of meeting them.<\/p>\n<p> Alex and I have talked a couple of times about how it is we read one another &#8211; it&#8217;s very specific.  It&#8217;s almost like we are pushing one another to become better and more honest writers.  It&#8217;s kind of too deep and involved to get into &#8211; and that suddenly reminds me (DOH) of the blog we created together which I have totally neglected &#8211; way too busy this spring!!<\/p>\n<p>So <a href=\"http:\/\/abillings.livejournal.com\/199734.html\">I read her post this morning<\/a>, and felt again, the cold clear breath of honesty there.  Even when she admits she lies.  That&#8217;s the bravest kind of honesty, actually.  You can&#8217;t get more authentic than that.<\/p>\n<p>Precious.  The woman is precious to me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Alex and I have talked before about how our blogs inform each other &#8230; we were reading each other&#8217;s sites even before we became friends, really. 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