Monday, November 07, 2005

A Pox On My House

One by one, we fall.

First it is the scratchy throat. This is quickly followed by sneezing, headache, and runny nose. Lea went first, and now it's Vida. Risa's eyes will be puffy and red-rimmed by Tuesday; by Wednesday she'll take to bed. I can't completely succomb, of course, or else our lives will dissolve like...like...like...Alka Seltzer in hot water. I just exist in the I-don't-feel-so-great-but-that's-okay stage, try to drink plenty of fluids, and—this is most important—distract myself. Yesterday, for example, I took two Dayquil and an Advil and then the spousal unit and I joined four other couples for bocce ball and wine tasting. Since I do neither of these things and was pharmaceuctically out of my mind, it was quite the interesting afternoon. Turns out—suprise!—I have a nice touch, bocce-ily speaking. Whether I could have done it without the drugs is a mystery to be solved on another day.

An aside: Saturday night brought another get-together with 40 or 50 of my high school classmates. My sophomore-year boyfriend—upon whom I have not set eyes in at least fifteen years—arrived sporting a mohawk and excessive neck jewelry. I do not think I'm being close-minded when I proclaim that this is probably not the most flattering look for those our age. The thing I found most amusing is that people felt that his sense of style was somehow attributable to my having dated him 5,000 years ago? Wha?!! Must I take the blame for everything? Very well, then.

*strikes the Guilty! pose*

6 comments:

Gura said...

so are you saying he was trying to look like Mr. T? That's scary at just about any age.

Oh the hearts you broke, Ver! To have middle aged men turn to massive amounts of gel and bling 15 years later.

ver said...

Mr. T.? I hadn't thought of that, but yes, sorta...I'm not really sure what he was going for, exactly. I'm a little confused. My friend K. (who was a year behind us) sent an e-mail reassuring me that it couldn't possibly be my fault. As you can imagine, the spousal unit is having great fun with this...

Anonymous said...

airborne! airborne, quickly, for all. no - not fly away- that stuff 'developed by teachers'.
jg

Anonymous said...

"mohawk" or "faux hawk"... big difference. and was this ex's initials "MF"? if so, scary.

ver said...

I am talking MO, not just FAUX. And, yes, you're right on those initials. Eeeeek! He asked about you, of course.

Anonymous said...

mohawk? where'd you go to high school? westmoor?