Typecast: Curly and Plaster

While I was busy working international relations in Europe, Mini Me was busy doing community service in India. After several weeks working in a school, she ventured out on a trek in the Himalayas. It had been raining and the dirt ‘roads’ were wet and, occasionally, crumbling beneath her feet.

 

At one point, as the road was crumbling, she slid down the mountain about 20 feet and landed on a ledge. “It was like I was downhill skiing and then I heard a snap,” she told me. A few hours later she was having a plaster cast made around her heel and foot. She was a bit panicked about the situation, so I reminded her of the positives, “You’ll be moved to the front of every line, might be bumped to first class, and you can finally wear that one shoe that is mateless.”

 

She managed to make it through the rest of the trip without incident and was, in fact, bumped to first class. “We travel priority status as well,” I informed her. “Yes,” That’s Not Chinese concurred, “Makes the lines much shorter.” Not everyone likes to travel the way I travel, but not everyone sees the benefits and beauty of the 1991 John Hughes’ film, Curly Sue.

 

A few hours after retrieving Mini Me from the airport, I received an invitation from Dr. BJ to assist in his current interior design decisions. I met up with him and Disdain at a furniture store and, after finalizing his initial choice, we sat at a lovely dining room set and chatted.

 

We were catching up on life and discussing upcoming events. I mentioned I was working on Memorial day, which surprised Dr. BJ. “Memorial Day!?! Why are you working on Memorial day?” “I don’t have anything to remember,” I advised him. I know the meaning of memorial day is not specific to me, rather, to recognize those who have died while serving our nation, however, I also know very few people actually do just that. Instead, they go to cemeteries, picnic, shop and participate in parades. I have pictures of really cool cemeteries in Europe, my picnic basket is dusty, I’m not in the market to buy anything and, outside of Gay Pride parades, it is hard to beat the last parade I was in with Oreggano. Besides, my parade kit isn’t ready.

 

We planned to get together soon and just before going our separate ways we reminisced about the time Dr. BJ lived with me, which made us giggle a bit and I told him, “That was great, I’m a good time.” I’m guessing he’ll be remembering that on Memorial day. And I’ll be like Curly Sue, singing The Star-Spangled Banner atop my bed (in the mattress department).

 

 

 

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