{"id":2984,"date":"2009-04-30T10:19:00","date_gmt":"2009-04-30T10:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2009\/04\/30\/my-boss-just-walked-by-talking-into-his-cellphone-they-got-the-flu-hey-how-many-deaths\/"},"modified":"2009-04-30T10:19:00","modified_gmt":"2009-04-30T10:19:00","slug":"my-boss-just-walked-by-talking-into-his-cellphone-they-got-the-flu-hey-how-many-deaths","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2009\/04\/30\/my-boss-just-walked-by-talking-into-his-cellphone-they-got-the-flu-hey-how-many-deaths\/","title":{"rendered":"My boss just walked by, talking into his cellphone, “They got the flu, hey? How many deaths?”"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Sex. All those complications, all that messiness. It’s like watching a group of enthusiasts really get into a hobby that you don’t share.”
\nfrom Sex with Ghosts<\/a>, by Sarah Kanning <\/i><\/p>\n

Last weekend I was in Seattle, Tony<\/a> and I came to a silent understanding that the next time I was to go down there, it would be for A Visit, the capital letter sort, where we spend time holding hands, memorizing the sassy curve of dancing cheek to cheek, tangling our feet under tables, and generally acting like a pair of besotted fools. When I mention this to absolutely anyone who knows him<\/i>, it’s like I’ve announced that we are getting married, running away to the garden of Eden, and intend to spend the rest of our days enmeshed in each other in paradise. Though I appreciate the encouragement, intimidating though it is, honestly, really very, I can’t help but notice it’s bloody well off the scale. The uncanny levels of jubilation present, a sort of incredible, “WHY DIDN’T WE THINK OF THAT BEFORE??!” eureka-congratulations, is bizarre, as if we’ve gone off and invented a new kind of light bulb that runs on wishes. I have no idea what to do with it. <\/p>\n

That said, I am thrilled with the shape and depth of our upcoming weekend. Sleeping in and circuses, bruised lips and breakfast. It’s been confirmed, Tony and I are going to Teatro ZinZanni<\/a> on Saturday, a fabulous blend of European cabaret, circus arts, restaurant, and vaudeville performed in an actual honest-to-mercy Belgian spiegeltent<\/a>, (a word meaning mirror tent<\/i> that amuses Tony endlessly to hear me say), and the Portage Bay Cafe<\/a> for breakfast on Sunday. I’m beyond thrilled, given my relationship with such creations, and delighted and overwhelmed and all flavours of nice things. I have started counting out until I get on a bus, thinking, “less than a day away, remember your birth certificate, his smile, your house-coat, a towel, remember your book, your extra underwear, your toothbrush, hair-brush, pens, paper, and name, exchange your currency, check your camera battery, replace the missing lens cap, pick up a memory card, Robin’s music box, a back-pack, the books that need to return, a ring.” A litany of prepare, of hoping I am ready, of trying too hard not to be nervous as I sit back in the hours and wait.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“Sex. All those complications, all that messiness. It’s like watching a group of enthusiasts really get into a hobby that you don’t share.” from Sex with Ghosts, by Sarah Kanning Last weekend I was in Seattle, Tony and I came to a silent understanding that the next time I was to go down there, it … Continue reading “My boss just walked by, talking into his cellphone, “They got the flu, hey? How many deaths?””<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[816,1509,3,419,1328],"class_list":["post-2984","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-circus","tag-dates","tag-relationships","tag-seattle","tag-tony"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2984","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2984"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2984\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2984"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2984"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2984"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}