2004-12-23 || 10:35 a.m.

|| laugh in ||

i love bethy. we went to the same high school, where i would spy on her in the journalism room sometimes; she the cool up-and-coming photographer blonde beauty and i the uh well i didn't blossom til after high school. but she lived for a while on a boat, which is a great source of envy and admiration. and we became wicked friends when working at the craziest post-college corporate environment (o, to be 22 and doing cartwheels/tripping (not the drug kind, the falling down and getting carpet burns kind) (well i guess the drug kind too, but only at work parties)/wrestling/tap dancing/making out in elevators/getting hit on by drunken managers at dastardly north beach bars) and i miss her. i miss her laugh (see entry) most severely. i too am affected by the distinct/loud laugh affliction (although beth takes the majestic chortle cake) and was thinking about how earlier this month when i was seated with my mother at the cruise talent show (?) and we both lost it, having gotten a bit intoxicated from margaritas and being reduced to tears by the old man who stood up and proceeded to stop the show with his stand-up sad-sack comedy. there was synchronized mother-and-daughter snorting and the infamous "WOO-hoo-hoo" Laughing Sal-variety whooping it up (honestly, if you click on that link you could hear what she/we sound like, almost exactly!). it was a moment of genetic harmony/wondrousness. but beth. i love her.

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