Lulu left me these funny messages a couple evenings ago. She thought I should have been home, but what she didn’t realize is that I was working late, two floors directly below her office.
Hello, why aren’t you home yet? Okay, I’ve booked a date for us for the weekend of April 7, 8, or 9. You pick the day. It can be Friday night after work, any time Saturday—all day, all night—any time Sunday. We’ll come up with options. I’m open to the whole dancing thing if you are but (groans) I could be swayed to do other stuff. But I’m cool, so I’ll do what needs to be done to be cool, whatever you think that is. (Pause.) But I’m not getting a tattoo and I’m not getting a piercing. Okay, have a good one, I’ll talk to you soon.
10 minutes later….
Sorry, It’s me again. I forgot to remind you to pack the dress for me so I can try it on. This way you can’t say that you forgot it. That’s it. (Pause.) I wonder what you’re having for dinner. I’m probably just going to have eggs and toast. And then I’m going to take some Tylenol because I have a headache. Why aren’t you home yet? Okay, I’ll talk to you soon.