Thursday April 17 I hear a knock on my door and run away from my burning pasta to find Professor Bhaer standing with a cheshire cat grin plastered to his face. My initial reaction was to wonder what substance he was on. My second thought was the terrifying realization that I was only wearing Teddy's oversized Red Sox and tube socks. After I let him in and gracefully (more like dead sprinted) to find pants I came out to find what other insults my charming neighbor had for me. Fredrick, as I am supposed to all him, has been friendly since the paper bloodbath of 2015. He was fidgeting so much that he looked like a little kid who had to use the bathroom but was too excited to get there. Fredrick finally pulled to tickets from behind his back and handed them to me. He had some connections in the single men in the young writers guild and convinced them to let us be their dates! Basically, he fought to get me to this gala. Jo March at a Gala....I hear Aunt March laughing now.
I have no idea what possessed him to do this. We aren't friends. He doesn't know me. I was so uncomfortable that I became speechless, rare I know, and couldn't think to do anything but say thank you. That is why I am sitting in my Audrey Hepburn gown typing this. Because all I could say was thank you. It wasn't too bad actually, Fredrick is no Teddy but he is growing back into my good graces. He read "black tie" on the invitation and wore a bowling hat straight off Churchill's head. I laughed the entire cab ride their. What a shabby pair we make.
Cormac McCarthy spoke and it was so inspirational to be in a room full of such passionate people all understanding what each other was striving for. I was so out of my element at the table of educated men. Bhaer's friend and I got in a lively debate about education to which he finished with laughter exclaiming that he had never met someone quite as opinionated. Just as I was looking down with my perfected apologetic smile after instances such as this, Bhaer calmly said "and isn't it refreshing?" Maybe I have misjudged him.
The night took a light hearted turn for the wine and ended with the bowling hat making it's place of honor a top everyone's head. It was great to feel part of a group. To know there are people in the city who have my back and think like me. I guess being nice does have it's perks.
I have no idea what possessed him to do this. We aren't friends. He doesn't know me. I was so uncomfortable that I became speechless, rare I know, and couldn't think to do anything but say thank you. That is why I am sitting in my Audrey Hepburn gown typing this. Because all I could say was thank you. It wasn't too bad actually, Fredrick is no Teddy but he is growing back into my good graces. He read "black tie" on the invitation and wore a bowling hat straight off Churchill's head. I laughed the entire cab ride their. What a shabby pair we make.
Cormac McCarthy spoke and it was so inspirational to be in a room full of such passionate people all understanding what each other was striving for. I was so out of my element at the table of educated men. Bhaer's friend and I got in a lively debate about education to which he finished with laughter exclaiming that he had never met someone quite as opinionated. Just as I was looking down with my perfected apologetic smile after instances such as this, Bhaer calmly said "and isn't it refreshing?" Maybe I have misjudged him.
The night took a light hearted turn for the wine and ended with the bowling hat making it's place of honor a top everyone's head. It was great to feel part of a group. To know there are people in the city who have my back and think like me. I guess being nice does have it's perks.