scene - starbucks parking lot, around 1 pm. I've walked a road of mansions and showered and I'm down for a skim latte and some more writing. parking the car.
(ring, ring)
me: hello?
sarah: hey, victoria it's sarah.
v: hey, yeah did you get my message yesterday? sorry we can't make it tonight, I still didn't get anyone to cover.
s: um, yeah, well, I'm on my way to new york. (refresher - she lives in boston) and, so, I'm going to get a ticket when I get there, and, you should come.
v: are you kidding? I can't. fuck. I can. shit. let me make some calls.
s: okay, I should be coming through new haven around 3.
v: okay - bye.
shit. I have things to do, what can top last night? but it would be so fun, and, well, she doesn't have tickets, fuck. I start making calls. about six hundred, to be exact. did I mention how tough it is to get someone to speak at a meeting on a few hours notice, especially on a sunday?
(ring, ring)
v: hello?
s: it's sarah.
v: hey, I haven't found anybody yet. I don't think I can go.
s: um, yeah... I bought two tickets. (another refresher - the show is sold out) but it's on me and if you can't come...
v: ARE YOU KIDDING? let me go - I've got to keep calling. where are you?
s: um, rocky hill. how about I come to starbucks anyway, and we'll figure it out.
v: okay - bye.
it should be noted here that it has become painfully obvious that the universe is not letting me get out of speaking. that's a run-on sentence, in case you missed it. anyway, my will prevails - yay! - sarah comes, and we act as if. I run home to grab the live ray show, on the phone the entire time, and 4:30 finds us back at the starbucks parking lot. paused. waiting.
s: okay, let's give it until 4:35.
v: okay, and you so totally have to go if I can't get someone - maybe I'm just supposed to speak.
v: (talking to josh) okay, cool, okay -
v: (talking to sarah) okay he's making one last call to see if our friend brian can do it.
v: (talking to josh & brian on conference) so I met this girl at a show friday, and she bought tickets to the show in new york, and she's in branford right now and - is there any shot in hell that you can speak tonight?
brian: sure!
sarah knows by the look in my eye that he's said yes - by the time I turn around and step out of the car, she's grabbed my purse and clothes and run to her car to leave.
v: (shouts across parking lot) hey, do you have my shoes?
s: yes! yes! come on, let's go!
and we do.
I'll let you know about bass player kisses and yet another underage boy later - I've got to do something vaguely related to work before I get fired...
~vvb
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