{"id":8434,"date":"2008-09-23T15:15:59","date_gmt":"2008-09-23T19:15:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=8434"},"modified":"2010-07-21T11:03:55","modified_gmt":"2010-07-21T15:03:55","slug":"my-friend-luisa-at-last","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=8434","title":{"rendered":"Luisa (whispered to me): &#8220;I want to be on your blog.&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Me: (protesting) &#8220;I&#8217;ve written about you before!&#8221;<br \/>\nLuisa (whispering, scratching the wall quietly in a vaguely disturbing manner): &#8220;But I want to be on it more.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Fair enough.<\/p>\n<p>Luisa: jewelry designer (<a href=\"http:\/\/argentumdesigns.homestead.com\/\">see her work here<\/a>) slash therapist.  She has a store (Argentum Designs) &#8211; and the jewelry she designs is called <a href=\"http:\/\/argentumdesigns.homestead.com\/ARGENTUMJEWELRY.html\">Argentum Jewelry<\/a>. Ever since I&#8217;ve known her &#8211; she has made jewelry.  It&#8217;s really cool stuff &#8211; stones, and metal and beach glass &#8230; and they&#8217;re also instantly recognizable as a Luisa Design.<\/p>\n<p>Luisa has been a friend since college.  She is the one who said, on an infamous hungover morning in college, that her badly behaved dog was her &#8220;bear to cross&#8221;.  Mitchell and I sat on the couch, hungover, as Luisa wandered through her apartment, looking tragic and under-slept, muttering about her &#8220;bear to cross&#8221;.  We were, frankly, too afraid to say, &#8220;Uhm &#8230; don&#8217;t you mean &#8216;cross to bear&#8217;?&#8221;  Better to just leave things unsaid.  I still say &#8220;bear to cross&#8221; on an almost daily basis.<\/p>\n<p>Luisa makes the best ice coffee in the world.  To quote my brother: &#8220;This ice coffee tastes like <i>candy<\/i>!!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Luisa, calling out from the kitchen, &#8220;MAMA&#8217;S IN THE KITCHEN!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>One day, we all sat out on the back porch of Luisa&#8217;s condo, looking through the boxes and boxes of beads that Luisa uses to make her jewelry.  Jackie, for some reason, became &#8220;Bead Lady&#8221; &#8211; and did improvisational monologues about each bead she pulled out, making shit up as she went along, about Incan temples and voodoo rites symbolized in the bead &#8230; She pulled out one bead, glanced at it, and then looked up and stated bluntly, &#8220;This bead pre-dates Christ.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Luisa and Mitchell, doing voiceovers for Luisa&#8217;s small frail dying cat &#8211; using a small passive-aggressive voice: &#8220;Oh, don&#8217;t mind me don&#8217;t mind me &#8230; I&#8217;m dying.&#8221;  &#8220;You guys go ahead &#8230; don&#8217;t worry about me &#8230; I&#8217;m dying &#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>STAHZANDMOONZ &#8230;. stahs annnnnd mooooooonz &#8230;. If I am remembering correctly, Luisa dated a girl once who was really into &#8220;stars and moons&#8221;.  If it had a star and a moon on it? This girl loved it.  Luisa came to visit us in Chicago so we went to a store (the Alley on Belmont, if you must know) to find a present for the girlfriend &#8230; and Luisa said bluntly as we entered the store, &#8220;All I&#8217;m looking for is stars and moons &#8230;&#8221;  The joke stuck with us and now it has, of course, morphed beyond all recognition.  It must be said in a long-drawn-out Rhode Island accent, with nary an &#8220;R&#8221; in sight &#8211; and you must not be able to understand one word.  &#8220;Allz I care about is STAHHHHHHHHHHHZ NNNNND MOOOOOOOOOOOONZ &#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Once upon a time, Luisa, Mitchell and I went out for Thai food in Chicago on a blustery rainy night.  Luisa commented upon the blue and white china cup (with a neat little cap) that we drank coffee from &#8211; and said, &#8220;God, my mom would love something like this for her china closet.&#8221;  And I couldn&#8217;t stop myself.  I shoved my blue and white china cup in the pocket of my raincoat and, after we paid the check, walked out with it.  I literally couldn&#8217;t resist.  We got half a block away from the restaurant, walking into the driving rain, before I came clean.  &#8220;Uhm &#8230; Luisa &#8230;&#8221;  She glanced at me and I slowly opened my raincoat to show her my stolen goods.  We all flipped OUT and started running as fast as we could &#8211; Luisa screaming, &#8220;I can&#8217;t believe you did that!!!&#8221;  And to this day, that little blue and white china cup sits in Luisa&#8217;s mother&#8217;s china closet.  Horrible.  But funny.<\/p>\n<p>Recently, I was trying to talk to her seriously and I realized, halfway thru my impassioned monologue, that Luisa was more focused on trying to neatly position her drinking straw around her own eyetooth.  I am still laughing about it.  We were crying. I was pleading, &#8220;Luisa, I&#8217;m trying to tell a serious story &#8230;&#8221;  Luisa (with the straw hanging off of her eyetooth) said, &#8220;Yeah, yeah, I know, but look how cool this is &#8230; It fits <i>perfectly!<\/i>&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Luisa:  &#8220;Okay, I&#8217;m going to bed now.  I have a movie I want to watch.&#8221;<br \/>\nMe:  &#8220;What movie?&#8221;<br \/>\nLuisa:  &#8220;<i>The Painted Veil<\/i>.&#8221;<br \/>\n(<i>Brief pause.<\/i>)<br \/>\nMe:  &#8220;I don&#8217;t understand.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Me: (protesting) &#8220;I&#8217;ve written about you before!&#8221; Luisa (whispering, scratching the wall quietly in a vaguely disturbing manner): &#8220;But I want to be on it more.&#8221; Fair enough. Luisa: jewelry designer (see her work here) slash therapist. 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