It’s Friday, and what better way to spend a Friday than having lunch with an old friend.
I’ve known A since he took me to prom in Dubai. I wore a black dress with red rhinestones and shoulder pads, a creation picked out by my mother. (I also wore her suede black shoes.) Back then I had a bad perm, the kind where your mother instructs the hair dresser to perm the back of your hair and leave your bangs be. Sigh.
Anyhoo that didn’t work out, but we remained friends over the years, and we met up again at his wedding. Since then we’ve been having sporadic lunches here and there.
The other day he signs off his email saying, “Are we feeling Cranky today.”
Turns out the sneaky fella has been reading the blog for a couple of weeks now; accidentally stumbling upon it with some creative googling.
Turns out his pinky and the brain alter ego was trying to find ways to effectively create a situation which I would blog about.
It’s not a big deal that he found it, and upon reflection, I don’t think it would be a big deal if most people in my life knew about this site. Not that I about to go out and advertise its existence.
I like our little blogger society. It’s like a new age masonry society without the funky outfits. We have our handles. We have secret meet ups. We know the most important details of each other lives.
So welcome A to the readership, and long live the Putz, and you guys of course!