I am getting attacks of the giggles today. Semi hysterical laughter is not really encouraged in a law firm or department. The last attack was a few minutes ago. I am in my cubicle. I was reading this review of the new Will Ferrell movie, Semi Pro.
When you see Will's photo, in character, you probably just think oh, he's playing another goofy sports figure. I thought, "OMG, his hair looks similar to mine! Aaaagh!" and I got tickled. Then I read down to the end where he quotes the song he sang [in the movie] which is a ripoff of Barry White. That made me laugh so hard my cube neighbors inquired about my mental health.
Earlier today, I was [blessedly] alone, getting my second cup of tea of the morning from the high tech beverage station in the breakroom, and I thought about an aquaintance of mine who sent me a comment yesterday berating me for my condemnation of tattoos and body piercings. I didn't publish her comment. Not because I was mad, just that it's, like, totally my blog? And like, I just have a right to my, uh, like, opinion? OK? She's about 15 years younger and has a very different perspective. OK, fine. Write your own article or blog and explain how beautiful tattoos and body piercings are - it's a free country.
Anyway, I just got this mental image of what a nursing home is going to look like in 50 years, when I am long dead and the twenty-somethings of today are senior citizens. Here's Grandpa, wearing his pants falling off his butt, his boxer shorts showing, his big shiny bling necklace, with a big old ring in his nose and a stud in his lip. What a cutie. There's Granny, in her hip hugging jeans, tank top, spiky pink hair, showing off her tattoos and her pierced eyebrows and tongue. Gangsta rap is emanating from their rooms. They make Maxine look like a Norman Rockwell grandma..
Maybe the giggling fits are emanating from a place of deep nervousness, a place I don't talk about at parties. Bruce called last night from a pay phone and said he's flying out tonight, headed to Kuwait. Intellectually, I know he will proably be fine. Emotionally, I am not. I am going to have to calm down or my chocolate addiction is going to spiral out of control. Chocolate makes my pants too tight.
Alesia and I went to the Aveda Institute here in Hot-lanta last night, for a casting call for hair models. I was just there as a driver and guardian. Alesia had straightened her hair, and had on nice jeans and a pretty teal shirt. She looked just beautiful, without artifice. I was surprised and amused to see the collection of odd ladies who showed up. There were only maybe 3 women who were what I'd call reasonably attractive. The rest were very tall, multiply pierced, big toothed, etc. One girl was 6 feet tall and a size 0, and had on a tank top and a micro mini skirt that I would characterize as "gynecological." For Los Angeles, it's probably a conservative look - here in the bible belt, she looked like a hooker.
I told the tubby little Aveda guy with the spiky hair and the glittery Star Wars tee shirt that Alesia has naturally curly hair, and he got very excited - "Is it just wavy, or ringlets?!" he asked breathlessly. "Oh, it's ringlets, when it's clean." I answered with a smile. "I'm making a NOTE of that, honey!" he responded. I bet she gets a call back. The "artists" are flying in from ALL OVER THE WORLD [I used caps - listen and you can hear the fabulous excitement with which he said that] - and they will CHOOSE who they want to work with, on March 14th at the Hyatt Regency. [I will be there, of course, if Alesia is there. I will be the one wedged into a chair, trying not to giggle.]
Alesia was quiet and serene in the Aveda salon, and read a magazine, while I filled out the paperwork. They took a polaroid photo of her, I told Tubby about her curls, and we left. I gave Alesia a lecture in the car about making contacts, being cooperative with whatever they might choose to do to her hair, and the importance of being professional. We might go ahead and do a little resume for her if she gets this job. I will bank her $200 and it will be the start of a college nest egg. If she could do a little modeling and save her money over the next few years, it will sure help. I don't think we can count on her getting an academic scholarship.