Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Happy birthday Lisa

The last of my 3 friends with birthdays today is the one I've known the longest. 17 years? 17 years! What's the right punctuation for that. Sheesh, that's a long time. We met, somewhat awkwardly, at my new job in Dallas when I was looking for an apartment. My then-boss introduced us--a time out to remember Robert Snider, who we lost 14 years ago, and way too soon--and she very graciously assimilated me into her universe of friends.

Of all the shows I've described, hers has gone through the most cast and location changes, moving from Dallas to Central Park West to Salt Lake City. Normally I'd call a move from NYC to anywhere else an upgrade (okay, not Jersey, but pretty much anywhere else), but if you're gonna live in NYC, you should definitely do it like Lisa did it: right on the park and running into Kevin Bacon at Starbucks. And also Salt Lake City is filled with Mormons and you don't want to get me started on them (they wouldn't let Blacks in the church until the Federal government compelled them under threat of having their tax-free status removed--way to love your fellow man, asshats). But I know she loves her house, which might just be code for "oh, god, it's nice to have closet space again" but I'll go with it.

I haven't met Brad yet. As far as I know he exists and isn't just some elaborately-staged non-existent character. And even if he is, he's still, technically, an upgrade from at least one of the Dallas dudes. I won't name names (mainly because I can't remember names).

And Utah's pretty, aside from the people. Definitely better than Houston. I have to imagine dressing fashionably there might be even easier than dressing fashionably in Portland (make sure the socks you wear with your sandals match, and try to have brushed your hair at one point in the last 24 hours), so let's call it an upgrade if only for quality of life reasons. What you sacrifice in fine-dining options you make up for in your ability to put groceries in your trunk and drive home... I think I'm digging myself into a hole here.

Anyway, here's a Nanci Griffith song. A happy one. (Yes, she has happy ones too!) Featuring Adam Clayton and Larry Mullen Jr. of U2!


Happy birthday dude! Rock on! I'm sure SLC is just fine.

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