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Bosom Companions

"Oh, I'm so glad she's pretty. Next to being beautiful oneself--and that's impossible in my case--it would be best to have a beautiful bosom friend."
~Anne of Green Gables, by L.M. Montgomery


Blush and Bashful, a.k.a "Pink & Pink"

Sunday, May 31, 2009

My feet were killing me. I lost a ridiculous amount of sleep because my left ankle in particular kept waking me up. Mary had fixed me a cold, Epsom salt foot bath when we'd gotten home from dinner with Ellen and Esther, but instead of dumping it out I had left it by the bedside. I soaked my feet when I woke up at 3am, and then again at 7am. I needed to make a decision -- sneakers with arch and ankle support...or the fancy dress and cute shoes I had planned on? I was still doing business -- Brooke and Tim at Dorchester had invited me to brunch that day. I know they love me no matter what I'm wearing...but if I was going to show up at the convention, I needed to Own It. I had packed the dress and the shoes. I could carry my sneakers in a tote in case of dire emergency. I could do this. I could hack it.

I walked as little of the floor as I could, saying my goodbyes...but I didn't last very long. Finally I splurged on a seven-dollar frappuccino and sat down at the large tables by the door. I texted Tim to confess my surrender, in case they wanted to head out early. Even sitting still I managed to run into a friend who plopped down beside me and helped me pass the time. Brooke and Tim breezed up and I introduced them. Tim promised me a cab to Times Square. I love that man. Brooke sort of winced slightly, and I braced myself for her news.

"I hope you don't mind...we've invited someone along to brunch."

I smiled in that oh sh*t, stay beautiful way I've mastered.

"Remember that author we were talking about for a Genre Chicks interview? Leanna Renee Hieber? I sold you her book The Strangely Beutiful Tale of Miss Percy Parker." I did remember. I really love that title. "I didn't think you'd mind -- you'll totally love her. She's just like you."

I'm not sure about you, but I hear this sort of thing a lot. Sometimes it turns out to be true. Sometimes it doesn't. Brooke knows me pretty darn well, so I can trust her judgment. But she's also a pretty darn good saleswoman, which left wiggle room for doubt. Either way, there was no way I was changing into those sneakers any time soon. I was walking back into the windy NYC spring day with my silky Marilyn Monroe handkerchief skirt, and I was going to remain "on" for a few more hours. I could hack it. Besides. This Leanna chick could turn out to be cool.

Three-quarters of the way into one of the most amazing brunches of all time, Leanna and I had made it through Goth-wear, Harry Potter, our mutual affection for Alan Rickman and Zachary Quinto, some OMG DOCTOR WHO! fangirl squeeing over David Tennant, comic books, and the Nick Cave anthology. We even exchanged websites for quality bookmark printing. Sometime in the middle of dissecting Star Trek 2009 (which we'd both seen twice), we started finishing each other's sentences. There weren't a whole lot of breaths taken, unless we were stuffing our faces with the delicious offerings from Ruby Foo's. Tim and Brooke spent most of the brunch watching our rapid-fire discourse with fascination.

Tim leaned in to Brooke. "I think maybe we did a little too well."

We ordered dessert, despite being stuffed, because hello, it's dessert. Brooke and I opted to share some kind of rhubarb crumble, Tim got a big fat chocolate cake (Tim doesn't like to share), and Leanna went with the pineapple sorbet. So when the waiter brought a huge slice of Red Velvet cake to the table, we all looked a little confused. He apologized, and then brought the correct desserts. After we'd been served, he brought the slice of Red Velvet back over.

"My mistake," he said. "Since it's already been plated, you're welcome to it." He slid it onto the table between me and Brooke.

"Go on, then," Leanna drawled. "Pass me some of that bleeding armadillo groom's cake."

From Doctor Who to Steel Magnolias in under 10 seconds, and we never missed a beat. That's when I knew...it was true love.

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leanna_renee
Jun. 4th, 2009 12:30 am (UTC)
Wait... which one of us is Anne?
If I tell you that I was totally going to pull out a Green Gables reference on you earlier it might seem contrived but then again, it would follow. I'm sure I needn't tell you how formative Ms. Montgomery's work has been for me. You already know, of course.

So I can totally see the both of us in a sinking boat playing the Lady of Shallot. So we'll have to take turns being Diana. I mean, I am strawberry blonde, but you're also a princess. We'll have to trade. It's your turn to dye your hair green.

It isn't every day a brunch like that happens. And I'm really grateful it did. Tim and Brooke are such delights that I knew I could trust their "she's your kind of person" assessment. Their tracking of our verbal short-hand tennis match was pretty great.

Going to see Star Trek for a third time tomorrow, wish you were going with me!

Thanks for the post. It made my day and back again. I'm stealing that photo to put on my blog.


princessalethea
Jun. 4th, 2009 07:07 pm (UTC)
Re: Wait... which one of us is Anne?
Yeah, we're both Anne. I only *look* like Diana. It's a curse. :)

And you can steal all the photos you want.

Enjoy Trek...and watch for the Tribbles!! xox
wolfquilter
Jun. 4th, 2009 01:05 am (UTC)
I love when that happens. Kindred spirits finding each other. Still waiting for my moment, but I am not giving up! Glad y'all had fun. I'm hoping my moment comes in August. I am leaving the family alone for a 4 day weekend. *Gasp*!! I know! Mom gets a vacation! I am going down to Georgia to stay with a cyber friend, and deliver a quilt to Shannon Larkin, the drummer of Godsmack. Man, now that I really stop and think about it, kid-free, fairly irresponsible fun, and meeting a famous drummer, totally worth all the grief I keep getting, LOL
princessalethea
Jun. 4th, 2009 07:08 pm (UTC)
Good luck -- and have a blast!!
nick_kaufmann
Jun. 4th, 2009 02:46 am (UTC)
I know Leanna!
princessalethea
Jun. 4th, 2009 07:08 pm (UTC)
You know...why does that not freaking surprise me.
nick_kaufmann
Jun. 4th, 2009 07:37 pm (UTC)
She comes to the sf readings at the KGB Bar sometimes.
tstauffer
Jun. 4th, 2009 06:54 pm (UTC)
Awesome post! :)
princessalethea
Jun. 4th, 2009 07:08 pm (UTC)
Thanks, sweetness. You gonna be at Hypericon?
tstauffer
Jun. 4th, 2009 09:33 pm (UTC)
Yes, I'll probably come down Saturday and leave Saturday evening. We are short on funds at the moment, so no hotel allowed. I might take the seats out of my van and sleep in the back, so that I can hang out Sunday. It wouldn't be the first time. I will probably also be bringing my oldest son, Robert, who is sixteen and will probably fall head over heels in love with you. :)

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