The mothership has arrived. At 9:30pm last night we rendezvoused at LAX in the United baggage area. By 10pm we were home, and by midnight, yours truly was asleep. The mother says I look exhausted, I ask if we can tell people I’m doing drugs. The mother does not find this amusing. The mother says my face looks thin, I blame the drugs again. It’s a foolproof excuse, I tell her. If anything goes wrong this weekend at the wedding, we can just say I’m a drug-head. Poor thing, it’s not my fault, I’m drug addled. I can get away with anything. The mother raises an eyebrow. Making jokes about the unfortunate business of being addicted to drugs is not in good humor, she tells me. Okay, I respond, let’s blame it on the aliens. Nothing has been going my way since they abducted me in September.
The mother is a force to be reckoned with and I am happy she’s here. The Energizer bunny has nothing on this dame, even the road runner looks half-cocked when compared to the speed with which the mother runs around. I am hungry just thinking about it. Note to self: why does the energy exerted by other make me hungry? It’s not like I’m the one burning the calories. Strange.
Two days left. Two days. Dos. Deux. Whatever two is in German. That’s not a lot of time left…I’m not ready. The mother looks over my shoulder. “Ready or not, it’s coming. And zwei is how you say two in German.”
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October 27, 2009 at 10:12 am
whats in two days?