So My Friend L. She Says To Me . . .
She says, "T.," that's what she calls me (we call each other by our initials). "You will not believe who I met while we were on the shoot."
My friend is a photographer's assistant ( a famous photographer -- not some Joe Shmoe ) and she gets to go everywhere. In the last several months she's been to Italy, France, Portugal --- you name it. Anyway. . .
"Who?"
"A certain person, with certain initials." (Yes. I have edited this conversation. I will never get my friend in trouble.)
"Really? Ho-hum. And. So."
"Liar. You're dying for me to tell you."
"Fine. Tell me."
"He's nice. Not a warm person, but nice. I recognized him and I introduced myself and I said 'My best friend has the biggest crush on you.'"
"You did what!" If I could have strangled her through the phone I would have.
She was laughing uncontrollably. "Yep. He thought that was cute. I showed him that picture of all of us together and said she's the cute one in the middle. He laughed and said we were all pretty cute. I think he liked your look the best."
"Can you please stop?"
"Anyway. He was waiting for ehem someone, so I thought I'd get out of there before she showed up. But I got his autograph. I'm sending it to you in the mail. Plus, I saw her. She looks about ten years older in real life. All that smiling has given her crow's feet like you would not believe. Seriously."
"Thanks. That makes me feel much better. I don't have crow's feet, at least."
We laughed and laughed. Then I asked her about her social life and she clammed up. Like she always does. Got her to promise to do at least one post this weekend. [Which has been edited out for good reasons.] She's so fabulous. It's amazing she's my friend.
