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 Holly Winter Living The Life Of Holly Apr. 30, 2003 “Girl. Do you think there is enough food for the three of us?” I asked, slivering off a hunk of cheese. Kate laughed. “Hey. I didn’t want us to have to pick and choose. Kinda like with men. There should always be more than enough.” “Yeah. There may always be more than enough, but are they worth choosing?” Cheryl threw in, adding sushi to her plate. Kate had called together the ‘Wild Women’ for a quick dinner before we were off to the theater to watch our friend act a local production of Annie. Since Kate’s recent break off of her engagement, she was spending lots of time reconnecting with friends. Cheryl picked up a napkin and started squealing. “No way. No way.” “What?” I asked, picking up my napkin. “Man, woman. Where DID you get this?” Kate started laughing. “You youngins act like you’ve never seen pictures of people in the act.” “On napkins?” Cheryl shouted. “Oh. You can take one home with you, if you like.” Kate laughed. “I went to a party where you could buy this stuff. Wait till you see the toothpicks.” “OhMYGOD.” Cheryl said. “You can buy this stuff at parties? I am so naïve.” I complained. “Oh. Just stick with me.” Kate insisted. “I’m afraid of that.” I giggled, sipping my wine. We three met when we worked at the same school, years ago. Our first real conversation happened at the Christmas party. We got laughing so hard that we had to separate, and go out after the party. Let’s just say that between the three of us, we knew way too many personal staff stories. Oh. We have been mostly inseparable since then. Kate was the only one who still worked there. But I was in e-mail contact with several people, so I still had more gossip than she did. We can tell the history of the staff in a few sentences. “Yeah. He’s still too white, finally dating, still strange, getting cuter, still showing underwear, found a new school, still my favorite, unhappy, gaining weight, still worth looking at, finally getting fired.” “Good. Now. Let’s talk about something more interesting.” Cheryl said, raising a toast. “To Kate finding a wonderful man.” “Yes. Wonderful.” I agreed. “Wait.” Kate insisted. “And to Holly’s health. Girl. Have you noticed that you are a bit too tranquilized?” “Yes. But. Can you tell?” “Tell? Are you kidding? I want to drive you home tonight. Unless we find someone else who wants to…” She laughed. “Hey. I’m happily dating… remember that.” “’Bout time.” She joked. “Hey. Call that Neurologist and tell him that you don’t care what he says. You are lowering the dosage again. Give him my number. I have known you for years. Enough is enough.” “Ok. If I wake up tomorrow...” Rose greeted me at the door of the play. “Ok. I am wearing a red hat in one scene, and I am a maid in another scene, and I am a lawyer in another. I am so excited you are here.” We hugged and she rushed off to get ready. Her daughter, Laura, found me at our table where we were sipping coffee. Wild nothing. It was eight o’clock. We were getting tired. “You must be Annie!” I said. “No way. I don’t have red hair. They lost an orphan. So I agreed to fill in.” “Oh. Are you going to sing, “It’s A Hard Knock Life?” “Yes. Of Course.” “Can we have a preview? To be sure that we’re going to like it?” “No.” She said, looking around at the crowd. “I can’t sing out here.” “Ok. Then go up on stage and sing it right now, just for us.” I insisted. “No. That would be too embarrassing.” “We won’t be too embarrassed. We’ll still like you. I promise.” “You have to wait.” “Hey. What if you get lost, could I fill in? I have always wondered what it would be like to be an orphan.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “Holly. I bet your mother wonders what it would’ve been like for you to have been an orphan, too.” Lots of ooohs and aaahs came up from my side of the room. I high fived her. And laughed. “Good one.” “Hey. The best thing about playing an orphan...” She said. “is that you learn all the good orphan jokes.” ------------ About the author: Holly Winter is a teacher and a writer and a flight attendant living in Denver, Colorado, USA. She can be reached at her website or email: Holly@livingthelifeofholly.com Comment on this column in the forum. ------------ |
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