Somebody ever asked you that question? A and some of her friends moved to the South Bay area a couple of weeks ago. And we've hung out fairly often. It's just easier too I dont have to drive to LA or Torrance, where most of my pals have sought residence.
It's fun too. Always have a good time doing different things. Pour exemple, I always wanted to decorate my place. Somewhere in the middle, with the constant possibility of a move and the sheer economics of buying expensive things to make my townhouse look trendy, I lost steam. But helping A and her two friends move in has been fun. Trips to Ikea and Pier 1, painting the place, installing cherry floors etc with these gals made me feel really involved with interior design at their new beachside apartment. Actually, I feel more at home here sometimes than I do at my place. I've got a nice place, but its always lonely and its just nice to come back from work and kick it with a couple of people.
Today was a sort of informal housewarming party. Just the three gals, our mutual friends Mira and Anu. Everybody brought some food and there was shrimp and steak that was marinated two night before by us and ready for the grill. I took a bottle of wine instead. A has a thing for dessert wines, so I took a special Asti that I picked up from a wine store that is run by a good friend and drove to El Porto straight from work.
A was happy hosting and getting the evening started. We've known each other for about 4-5 years now. She was an intern at Disney, were introduced at an intern event where we saw a movie that totally tanked on the box office. A and I were sitting next to one another and substituted the otherwise boring flick with our own commentary to regale other members of the audience and ourselves. We snuck out early when someone shushed us, went to the sub place in Westwood and had a Diddy Reese's ice cream sandwich. We've been really really good friends ever since. She left for NY for a couple of years, worked for L'Oreal and then moved back to LA. And she moved literally down the street. I've always wanted to have a Friends like set-up where there are people next door that you can go and hang out with if one needs company.
I met Mira through A. I'd always see her when A and I were doing big group activities. Mira and A are very close from what I gather. And she was the first of A's friends that I met before being introduced to other friends. (Read "that" friend.)
An Asti eh? Mira asked. It looks good, do you mind uncorking it? Sure Mira. And off I went to uncork and pour out the libations to get the evening started. Mira came by when I was working on the cork.
Do you like her? Mira asked. Who? A? Yeah, I like her was my response. I mean, do you like her, like her repeated Mira with a wry smile. For a moment I saw Wendy in her plaid skirt from the Wonderyears. That was such a good show. Sharjeel, answer the question, she persisted.
I guess, I mean, I do. And I really do like her, because she's always been real and totally DTE with me. Why dont you do something about it then? Mira said. It came out of no where. I just diverted the conversation on the pretext of finding a wine glass to pour her Asti.
Sometimes people say things and it echoes in your head. At the table, my eyes fixed on A, vivacious as always and super attractive in a black and red floral printed dress she was wearing. Chatting with everyone, giggling, shaking her head, her wavy brunette hair following. And all that while Mira's words kept reverberating. Why dont you do something about it? Why dont you do something about it? Why dont you do something about it?
At the conclusion of dinner I brought my dishes to the sink. You were a little out of it today huh? Yeah, I was A. Just a long day at work y'know. She put her hands on my shoulder and gently rubbed them. That was so good. I think I'm going to leave a little early, have an early start tomorrow. You sure? You can sleep here if you want to stay longer. Thanks, but I have some work to do too, I told her. I'll be out of town for the next two weeks, we'll go to Goodstuffs when I get back for breakfast.
Fo Sho, she smiled. Well, you be a good man and get some rest tonight. She said. Then walked me to the door, down the stairwell, gave me a hug, rubbed and patted my back and waved goodbye.
As I drove back I mulled over what Mira said. And am still thinking as I write this blog. And over my bergamot and cigar, that I just finised I decided that I'm not going to try. If something has to happen, it should without deliberate effort.
Right as I'm wrapping up, the Tivoed episode of Boston Legal plays on my flat screen. A Dean Martin song in the background ...
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
You're nobody 'til somebody cares
You may be king, you may possess the world and it's gold
But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growing old
The world still is the same, you never change it
As sure as the stars shine above
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
So find yourself somebody to love
The world still is the same, you never change it
As sure as the stars shine above
Well, you're nobody 'til somebody loves you
So find yourself somebody to love
(And last night I was with this friend, who has somebody that loves him and he just dont seem to care. Funny, this world is...)
It's fun too. Always have a good time doing different things. Pour exemple, I always wanted to decorate my place. Somewhere in the middle, with the constant possibility of a move and the sheer economics of buying expensive things to make my townhouse look trendy, I lost steam. But helping A and her two friends move in has been fun. Trips to Ikea and Pier 1, painting the place, installing cherry floors etc with these gals made me feel really involved with interior design at their new beachside apartment. Actually, I feel more at home here sometimes than I do at my place. I've got a nice place, but its always lonely and its just nice to come back from work and kick it with a couple of people.
Today was a sort of informal housewarming party. Just the three gals, our mutual friends Mira and Anu. Everybody brought some food and there was shrimp and steak that was marinated two night before by us and ready for the grill. I took a bottle of wine instead. A has a thing for dessert wines, so I took a special Asti that I picked up from a wine store that is run by a good friend and drove to El Porto straight from work.
A was happy hosting and getting the evening started. We've known each other for about 4-5 years now. She was an intern at Disney, were introduced at an intern event where we saw a movie that totally tanked on the box office. A and I were sitting next to one another and substituted the otherwise boring flick with our own commentary to regale other members of the audience and ourselves. We snuck out early when someone shushed us, went to the sub place in Westwood and had a Diddy Reese's ice cream sandwich. We've been really really good friends ever since. She left for NY for a couple of years, worked for L'Oreal and then moved back to LA. And she moved literally down the street. I've always wanted to have a Friends like set-up where there are people next door that you can go and hang out with if one needs company.
I met Mira through A. I'd always see her when A and I were doing big group activities. Mira and A are very close from what I gather. And she was the first of A's friends that I met before being introduced to other friends. (Read "that" friend.)
An Asti eh? Mira asked. It looks good, do you mind uncorking it? Sure Mira. And off I went to uncork and pour out the libations to get the evening started. Mira came by when I was working on the cork.
Do you like her? Mira asked. Who? A? Yeah, I like her was my response. I mean, do you like her, like her repeated Mira with a wry smile. For a moment I saw Wendy in her plaid skirt from the Wonderyears. That was such a good show. Sharjeel, answer the question, she persisted.
I guess, I mean, I do. And I really do like her, because she's always been real and totally DTE with me. Why dont you do something about it then? Mira said. It came out of no where. I just diverted the conversation on the pretext of finding a wine glass to pour her Asti.
Sometimes people say things and it echoes in your head. At the table, my eyes fixed on A, vivacious as always and super attractive in a black and red floral printed dress she was wearing. Chatting with everyone, giggling, shaking her head, her wavy brunette hair following. And all that while Mira's words kept reverberating. Why dont you do something about it? Why dont you do something about it? Why dont you do something about it?
At the conclusion of dinner I brought my dishes to the sink. You were a little out of it today huh? Yeah, I was A. Just a long day at work y'know. She put her hands on my shoulder and gently rubbed them. That was so good. I think I'm going to leave a little early, have an early start tomorrow. You sure? You can sleep here if you want to stay longer. Thanks, but I have some work to do too, I told her. I'll be out of town for the next two weeks, we'll go to Goodstuffs when I get back for breakfast.
Fo Sho, she smiled. Well, you be a good man and get some rest tonight. She said. Then walked me to the door, down the stairwell, gave me a hug, rubbed and patted my back and waved goodbye.
As I drove back I mulled over what Mira said. And am still thinking as I write this blog. And over my bergamot and cigar, that I just finised I decided that I'm not going to try. If something has to happen, it should without deliberate effort.
Right as I'm wrapping up, the Tivoed episode of Boston Legal plays on my flat screen. A Dean Martin song in the background ...
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
You're nobody 'til somebody cares
You may be king, you may possess the world and it's gold
But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growing old
The world still is the same, you never change it
As sure as the stars shine above
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
So find yourself somebody to love
The world still is the same, you never change it
As sure as the stars shine above
Well, you're nobody 'til somebody loves you
So find yourself somebody to love
(And last night I was with this friend, who has somebody that loves him and he just dont seem to care. Funny, this world is...)
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