My friend Dee says, “There’s a big difference between living a DRAMATIC life and courting drama.” She says we fall into the former category. Like the fat guy in the slapstick comedy who has to DEAL WITH the havoc his buddy brings to the table on a regular basis.
Courting Drama?
As I think about it this morning, I’m not sure I’m not the latter…
Sometimes I wonder if I used to drink because I liked to court the outrageous persona white wine brought to the party. No one talks about the well behaved, sober woman sitting sedately on the couch. The one who remembered to thank her host and bring the perfect hostess gift. The morning after stories are always about the crazy bitch who went into the bathroom just fine, and came out with her teeth knocked out and two black eyes…
I did that, by the way. Have you ever tried to do the bent-at-the-waist-snap-the-head-down thing to make your hair look fuller? While drunk? In a small space with a marble counter top?
