Lost m’damn shit in the lobby.
…Cuz I walked out, post show, to a line up of faces grinning at me, in my hotmessness and then out pops this person I know.
…I know her gooder than anyone.
…It’s The BFF, from L.A…kept a secret the entire show.
…In fact, since Thursday.
…So we hot-mess all over one another all over again…
…And then everyone Coom-By-Yas over to Applebees.
To drink.
In celebration.
…And now, (my mind still blown) I am home to wash and sleep…and wake up tomorrow, and be able to (for the first time since Thanksgiving…just like I always used to), text The BFF in the morning: “coffee and breakfast?”
…And she can say, “Yep. Gimme ten minutes.”
And it’s real.
And it happens.
Just like that.
…Thank you Fella, and friends
A happy, happy Martha bids you: goodnight.
~D