I think you were the first to hand me Mad Props... and then explain them, because as a theatre person I really wasn't sure I wanted more crazy objects to keep track of...
I remember you and MiriYami unloading crap in front of the hotel before the Gargoyle convention. I walked up and said, "These look like some familiar faces." You turned around and peered at me cautiously as I handed you a folded-up piece of lavendar paper on which was printed:
Virtual Memories: "Wake up, Trench" and the myriad electric blue streaks that ended in tumbles.
Real Memories: Finally finding you in the museum in Atlanta, and trying to be excited and museum-quiet all at once. Also, seeing you waving with that bighappysmile of yours just down the street from Central Park.
I remember reading about your cooking and thinking it could physically take me down if we (the food and I) got into a fight. Because that's apparently what tasty food does.
I realized I posted a memory so wrapped up with various others that I'm not even sure how true the specific occasion was. So I'll substitute one I'm sure happened: getting insulted when you dodged my clumsy request for an invitation to Shabbat dinner at OVFF, and then realizing later that the reason I was hurt was that I respected you so much on religious matters that I couldn't bear to think of you as doing something wrong in that regard. I was very relieved when it turned out you simply hadn't had the authority to issue said invitation. It was like the world settled back into its proper orbit.
On the subway in NY going home from that horrid UJA soliciting gig, and realizing that it was really possible for someone to like all the things I did and be Orthodox! You have not yet ceased to blow my mind w/ your multifacetedness and energy.
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Me: "What?"
You: "Never mind. It went out."
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--Ember--
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"It isn't."
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"You mess with my mind, I mess with your face. Capice?"
"Capice."
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Seeing you come down the stairs for the first time in your parents' house.
(OK, I'm being sappy. Well, duh!)
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Real Memories: Finally finding you in the museum in Atlanta, and trying to be excited and museum-quiet all at once. Also, seeing you waving with that bighappysmile of yours just down the street from Central Park.
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