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Porn on the 4th of July

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I was reintroduced to Michelle when she called me out of the blue. The last time I’d spoken to her, she’d been in the guise of an assistant to an agent I do a lot of business with. So every day I’d have a kind of a, “Hey, how are you, is your boss around?” conversation with her. She left the agency track to use her law degree and now works at a boutique entertainment law firm. She called me for advice on how to negotiate with a company that I’m currently working with. We had a great conversation and decided to get together for drinks.

Then I stood her up twice.

Well, not really. But I did make two drinks dates with her and then never confirmed either. I suck. At any rate, today I invited her to crash my friend’s pre-4th of July bash. I’m so tacky. But I’m tacky, and a problem solver!

At any rate, we had a great time talking about dogs, shoes and her clients, a majority of whom are porn stars. Apparently porn stars are nicer than movie stars and have much simpler contracts. Who knew? I’m so glad she didn’t hold my yucky flakiness against me. Even after finally sitting down with her I still feel guilt.

As my good deed of the day I hooked her up with my favorite, top secret consignment store where I buy all my clothes. Michelle is my type of girl. She likes a good deal, and the fact that she didn’t have to pay for drinks or snacks made her day.

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July 4th, 2008

My grandmother walked with a cane. She had an enormous collection of beautiful walking sticks for every occasion. She would match her canes with her outfits and had a cane wardrobe that she stored in an antique umbrella stand by her front door. When she passed away, I took my three favorites canes for myself as weird home accessories. Initially they were displayed in back of my front door as a odd little domestic tableau. Eventually I took to storing them under the sofa.

Today I realized that I was hoarding these canes. My grandmother was tiny, so they are too short for anyone I know who needs a cane. They’ve been stashed under the bed since I moved in with my boyfriend 3 months ago. I have no real use for them.

I moved the canes to the trunk of my car. When my friend the propmaster gets back to town, I’m donating them to his prop kit.

One Comment

  1. Posted May 26, 2016 at 6:02 am | Permalink

    Oh, Awesome One. Full Of Information. Thanks.

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