The last time I had a good laugh was the last time I had sex. But the last time I had good sex was way longer than when I had a good laugh. Which was a long time ago! I need a good laugh. As much as I need good sex. But I really really need that deep from the soul, earth-shaking, body convulsing... Oh my god - I just realized the two for me are one and the same!
In the middle of an embarrassing meeting yesterday morning in NYC - embarrassing because I interviewed for positions requiring heavy phoning in the midst of a trading room (my former career) and I'm almost deaf as a haddock - my cellphone vibrated galore, flashing text messages.
When I was in my late 20's, I befriended a woman I met on a bus traveling from Port Authority to my parents' home upstate NY. She lived around the corner up here, but our paths never intersected because she was a few years' older. Back then, friendships were mostly made in childhood, during summers with peers the same age. The difference of four years when you're a kid was tantamount to forty.
When I was a teen-ager, I got my student driver's license at sixteen. Looking back, I'm astounded that anyone would let a sixteen year old behind the wheel!! I had major fender benders galore. My parents were very patient with me, although my father often sobbed, "I'm going to be sued!"