“Yes, Troy, what is it?”
I sat down to write this blog, and now have no recollection of what the original idea was.
“Do me a favor please? Make sure you know how to spell ‘Giclee’ the right way. Last night when you emailed Mollie I think you spelled it wrong.” Even though I asked him how to spell it before I sent the email.
“OK, sure…got it. Anything else?”
“No, that’s all. Hey, if I don’t get these things off my mind I won’t be able to fall back asleep.”
God knows we wouldn’t want that to happen.
Five minutes later …
“Frank, Frank, FRANK!”
I open the bedroom door (again).
“Yes, dear, what is it this time?”
“Two things…tonight when we go to the party, so that what’s her name doesn’t get suspicious about why we aren’t pursuing ideas with her as much as we used to, I need you to come up with a distraction. So tell her that she needs to get busy …”
He launches in to this elaborate plan. Thing #2 is something about my needing to remind the real estate guy with studio space that he is going to miss the opportunity to have an “emerging artist already making a local splash” as a tenant, if he doesn’t return a phone call. “We WILL go elsewhere!”
More later … Master has risen.
Later … I’m starting to wonder where the line should be drawn between cute and psycho. What kind of a person gets up in what appears to be a good mood, cracks a few jokes … makes conversation, and within 10 minutes growls, “I’m BORED! I’m going back to bad. This sucks!”
I woke up excited about the weekend. There’s an art opening/party tonight, an opportunity to meet new people, people who buy art. Tomorrow we are going to Austin to shop for new clothes, visit friends, see a movie, have dinner …spend the night.
He woke up thinking about my misspelling of the word “Giclee”, lies that I need to tell people, and the necessary, aggressive response towards the real estate agent. He then reminds me about Andy Warhol’s entourage of obedient worshippers who successfully transformed ideas of insanity in to stardom, fame and fortune.
“Committed! They stayed committed! That’s why Andy Warhol became famous! This is boring. I am going back to bed!!”
I always say, whatever I did in my past life was so bad I am totally paying for it right now. I must have killed kids or something.
I bet when he wakes up he thinks this was all a dream.