Trading Places
Mar 28th, 2007 at 7:57 pm by Susie
Remember the Eddie Murphy - Dan Akroyd movie? It seems my best friend and I have traded places in the past few months. I’m the one all stressed out about work and she’s… taking yoga. And blogging.
Bitch. She’s supposed to be the workaholic, not me.
It’s all quite Kafkaesque. Last week, someone asked me out; I didn’t even notice. (Something that used to happen to her all the time. I always had to tell her when someone was interested.) Yesterday, I had this overwhelming desire to get… fake nails. I hate fake nails. (She loves them.) You can’t play the guitar with fake nails - oh wait, I don’t have time to play the guitar anymore.
She lost her phone and her Blackberry for several days; I was aghast. (I used to leave my cell phone home all the time. Now it’s attached to me, 24/7. Now I have a boss who’s fond of 6 a.m. phone calls.)
I rant about work; she shrugs and says, “Hey, it’s just a paycheck.” Now I’m the one paying for regular massages. (There’s more, but you get the idea.)
When I wake up black (and she wakes up blonde), the metamorphosis will be complete.
That is hilarious!
My old voice teacher used to only get the fake nails put on her right hand — the really tough acrylic kind with all the toxic chemicals from the salon — because she liked them for playing the guitar. The ladies in the salon thought she was nuts. Her left hand had nails cut short as humanly possible, and extremely respectable guitar-player callouses.