An Odd Day…

So, for the most part, yesterday was a slight disappointment of sorts… From Kirby missing our writing meeting down to Kelly and I not planning scavenger hunt details—yes, read that right—it was just a day packed with various reasons why I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed.

That being said, the weather in LA was beautiful and windy and just very primal. I watched our patio umbrellas spin like pinwheels and listen to the sound of my wind chimes about to be pulled out the window and off into the sky. It was nice and a feeling of season gripped me for a brief moment and then passed away.

Later that night, as I was writing, playing a word game and listening to some Rufus Wainwright, I heard a loud pounding on Jac’s door. I looked out and saw a large burly man standing outside her apartment, looking very official. He was either a debt collector after her roommate or a cop down with her nefarious actions. I waited a bit and watched from my open doorway, smoking a Marlboro light.

Jac came out and I listened in as she was told that her car was broken in downstairs. She seemed relived to see me and asked if I would go down with her in a couple of minutes. I agreed—a friend in need and all that—and waited as she went to change clothes. To my surprise, I turned to finish my smoke and Ruby was going down the hallway to me.

Ruby explained that she had a weird night at the theatre and wasn’t ready to go home to the husband yet. She explained about this guy hitting on her and how odd it was. One of those guys who sees marriage as a challenge as opposed to a stop sign. So Ruby, Jac and I went down to the garage.

We stared at her broken window and debated with Mr. Clean about whether to call the cops. Nothing was taken besides a Discman and there was little chance of being returned. Rattled, the three us escaped to play and recapped Ruby evil man story. It was funny, I have spent little alone time with either in awhile yet it was good to stoop and smoke and talk about anything to get us beyond man problems.

Then Ruby felt tired and left to return to Heath and a big bed. I was tired too but Jac was still jumpy about the car and so I pushed myself to stay awake a little longer. We popped in a random horror movie she had picked up at Amoeba. She feels about horror movies the way I feel about Velvet Underground—there is nothing done wrong by them. As we watched a young Kevin Costner acting rather well for a bad film something odd happened.

As we watched we realized that a pivotal scene took place somewhere familiar. We had a few rough moments trying to figure it out but… It was OUR apartment building. Back in the 80’s but nonetheless…our building. And the creepiest part is that the apartment that the action takes place in—is my apartment… Let me tell you, I couldn’t write this shite sometimes. That movie made our night and helped Jac relax enough to be able to sleep. Though I double bolted the door….