The Purple

Short of chopping off my head and handing it to my neighbors, there’s nothing much else I can do at home during the holidays. Unlike friends of mine, I can’t chill. On a good day, I would sit for no more than an hour before standing up feeling as if I had just lost what felt like a year of my life. Luckily for me, I have a new game and an incredible friend to cheer me up. ‘The One-Word Game.’ It’s like Trivial Pursuit for Cooper Waxman. You play the game with a friend and, through a series of one-word questions; you learn more about your friend’s interests, thoughts, perhaps even sexual desires. No, not like sex. But you do get extra points for speed.
Good thing I played this game over the phone. Otherwise I’d had gone home with more bruises than a sadomasochist, which, incidentally, is my subtle way of introducing my next topic – purple. To be honest, it salvaged my rather miserable week as far as I’m concerned. Considering this startling thought, I guess it is fair to say happy pills don’t necessarily come in boxes. Without wishing to trivialize the amazing day I had, it was very much like ‘The One-Word Game’. A day of surprises, revelations, fun or what I’d like to think – a long-harbored dream.
From meatballs to misty road, medium browns to San Francisco, it’s hard to imagine we were there all in one place. Most would have liked to end it just there, but not us. We still did things for the first time in a long time. We took slow strolls through trees and had chats just as meaningful. Aside from the rain and a broken nail, it’s difficult to see what else could have made it more awesome. Just let me pick the bowling ball off the floor first.
Purple now, means so much more than just purple. It means awesome, beautiful, slow, and blurry, almost exactly like a waltz. So shall we dance, Candice? No need, you’ve been dancing with me since we met.
Well what can I say, it’s just another day in the life of mine.