I did a very rare thing today. I spent the day at home. Not only did I spend the day at home, but I spent it working. I wrote three letters of application for various teaching jobs around the country. They’ll get mailed out tomorrow. I also spent a couple of hours working on the design for my next three shows. The design is due next Monday and I’m going to have to work my ass off to get it done on time. It’s not that my getting work done is rare, it’s just that typically I find reasons when I’m in NYC to go downtown and do things. Go to the movies, cruise for boys, meet with friends, go to dinner, etc., etc. I did go to Staples, but it’s just up the street and I was gone about 45 minutes. I would have been gone less time but I was talking to my friend Michelle. We’d been playing phone tag for about a week or so and had a lot to catch up on. I have to admit that it felt good to get so much done. Now if I can only get even more done tomorrow. Of course I have to go downtown tomorrow to Kinkos to get some copies made of my design. But it should only be an hour or so. I’ll have to make it quick.
Now for the interesting part of my day. My roommate has a friend staying with us for a couple of days. It’s no big deal. I have had several over nights guests and he’s always been very accomodating. As a matter of fact, I have a friend from San Diego who will be staying here over the weekend. What’s so interesting about this house guest is that he was home all day. He sat on the sofa and worked on his computer. He was so quiet I almost didn’t know he was here. Of course it meant that I couldn’t walk around in my underwear, or crank showtunes on the stereo but it was okay. None of this would be worth mentioning but at about 5:00 o’clock or so he began to get ready to meet my roommate for dinner. He was in the middle of this when he says to me…”Have you always been big?” I wasn’t 100% sure what he was talking about. So I said, “You mean fat?” He said yeah. I was completely caught off guard. Who asks someone that when you barely know them. In reality when do you ask someone that when you’ve known them forever? I told him my usual story of why I’ve gained weight. And he had a few other things to say and then he went about getting ready to go. I’ve had several hours to think about this. I wasn’t pissed. I’m not pissed. I’m just curious as to what kind of background a person comes from that makes it allowable to talk to someone about something so personal when you barely know them? I’m from a backwoods, country family and you wouldn’t mention it to your family, let alone a stranger. So my question to you guys is…”Would you have asked a question like that?”