I’m trying not to look in their direction but it’s hard – really hard. The ex and his new girlfriend. Her hair is too big, I think, uncharitably.
Bree loops over and hands me a plastic cup full of punch. “That her?” she asked with a nod in their direction.
I sip the punch. “Yup.”
“She has big hair.”
I nod. “I noticed.”
“She’s clearly a Negaverse plant.”
I turn to face my friend. “You think so?”
“Definitely.”
I hide my smile in the plastic cup. “Thanks.”
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Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
There can be only one...
I was flat on my stomach, stretched out on the floor of the family room, rummaging through the bottom cupboard of the TV stand – I was desperate. I pushed myself to my feet and darted to the bottom of the basement stairs. “Mom!” I bellowed.
No reply. I ran up the stairs. There were only nine minutes left.
“Mom,” I panted, as I burst into the kitchen. “Are we out of blank tapes?”
“Are there any downstairs?”
“No.”
“Did you check the closet?”
“Shit!” I raced downstairs and was back in the kitchen a moment later. “None.”
“Then we’re out.”
“But I have to tape today’s episodes – they’re really important.”
“Can’t you go to the store?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s on in five minutes.”
My mother sighed, “You’ll just have to tape over something.”
I ran to my room and slid to a stop in front of the bookcase. A dozen tapes were neatly labelled and resting on the top shelf. All were filled with episodes of Sailor Moon – all except one. I picked up the tape on the far left and bit my lip. The tape was labelled in careful blue letters: Doctor Who Movie.
“Damn.” My eyes darted to the alarm clock next to the bed. Three minutes left. The tape felt heavy in my hand. How much would I regret taping over it? How much would I regret not taping those episodes of Sailor Moon?
It was an unhappy choice but I couldn’t have both. I headed back to the family room and stuck the tape in the VCR. That night, I crossed out “Doctor Who” and wrote in “Sailor Moon eps ?? - ??”.
More than a decade later, I can’t remember which episodes I taped that day. I’ve since resorted to watching clips of Paul McGann on YouTube.
No reply. I ran up the stairs. There were only nine minutes left.
“Mom,” I panted, as I burst into the kitchen. “Are we out of blank tapes?”
“Are there any downstairs?”
“No.”
“Did you check the closet?”
“Shit!” I raced downstairs and was back in the kitchen a moment later. “None.”
“Then we’re out.”
“But I have to tape today’s episodes – they’re really important.”
“Can’t you go to the store?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s on in five minutes.”
My mother sighed, “You’ll just have to tape over something.”
I ran to my room and slid to a stop in front of the bookcase. A dozen tapes were neatly labelled and resting on the top shelf. All were filled with episodes of Sailor Moon – all except one. I picked up the tape on the far left and bit my lip. The tape was labelled in careful blue letters: Doctor Who Movie.
“Damn.” My eyes darted to the alarm clock next to the bed. Three minutes left. The tape felt heavy in my hand. How much would I regret taping over it? How much would I regret not taping those episodes of Sailor Moon?
It was an unhappy choice but I couldn’t have both. I headed back to the family room and stuck the tape in the VCR. That night, I crossed out “Doctor Who” and wrote in “Sailor Moon eps ?? - ??”.
More than a decade later, I can’t remember which episodes I taped that day. I’ve since resorted to watching clips of Paul McGann on YouTube.
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