Because as long as I don't know, I feel as if I'm still me.
Caleb once again did that thing, though much less malevolently, these days. I think he is mellowing, albeit in that way a cup of coffee cools on the counter into a softer version of itself with no kick to finish off the taste.
It's not too late to go to Indio for the weekend. (I swear he is the biggest hipster wannabe, for a mid-fifties lawyer kind of guy. What is it about lawyers and Coachella?) Why don't you look at the lineup and let me know? We'd be there by early afternoon.
So I look. You know, for 'fun'.
He comes back around twenty minutes later. My coffee is almost cold, my mood has set me back a hundred years. Who are these people? It's as if music comes in colors, and this is definitely all milky, chipped pastels.
See anyone you'd like to hear?
I don't recognize any of it, I frown. Is this a test? Like every couple of years we confirm that 'no, Bridget still doesn't know a band. As you were, everyone. Peace reigns in the kingdom', that kind of thing?
He laughs. No. I just offered a break. A little getaway. People do that sort of thing, Bridget.
Rich people do that sort of thing. Instagram people.
What's the matter?
I'm not an instagram people.
No, you definitely are not.
I tried to be but it isn't me.
And you are you.
That's right. Sorry about that.
Wouldn't have it any other way.
Then go get your game face on. Hockey's at four.
Oh, that's early.
It's the playoffs, Diabhal!
This is why I love you, Bridget. Your passions are few but a little unique.
A lot.
That's what I said.
Bring chips. But not ketchup ones. Oh, and can you get the Amon Amarth tickets when they go on sale? There's a band I know.
Exactly.
Caleb once again did that thing, though much less malevolently, these days. I think he is mellowing, albeit in that way a cup of coffee cools on the counter into a softer version of itself with no kick to finish off the taste.
It's not too late to go to Indio for the weekend. (I swear he is the biggest hipster wannabe, for a mid-fifties lawyer kind of guy. What is it about lawyers and Coachella?) Why don't you look at the lineup and let me know? We'd be there by early afternoon.
So I look. You know, for 'fun'.
He comes back around twenty minutes later. My coffee is almost cold, my mood has set me back a hundred years. Who are these people? It's as if music comes in colors, and this is definitely all milky, chipped pastels.
See anyone you'd like to hear?
I don't recognize any of it, I frown. Is this a test? Like every couple of years we confirm that 'no, Bridget still doesn't know a band. As you were, everyone. Peace reigns in the kingdom', that kind of thing?
He laughs. No. I just offered a break. A little getaway. People do that sort of thing, Bridget.
Rich people do that sort of thing. Instagram people.
What's the matter?
I'm not an instagram people.
No, you definitely are not.
I tried to be but it isn't me.
And you are you.
That's right. Sorry about that.
Wouldn't have it any other way.
Then go get your game face on. Hockey's at four.
Oh, that's early.
It's the playoffs, Diabhal!
This is why I love you, Bridget. Your passions are few but a little unique.
A lot.
That's what I said.
Bring chips. But not ketchup ones. Oh, and can you get the Amon Amarth tickets when they go on sale? There's a band I know.
Exactly.