a dog, a cat, and other signs of life

Tuesday, may. 9, 2006   |   0 comments

Marbles and Piggy, caught in bed, together!

I think the spring sunshine, and its capacity to completely de-bone animals, is shaving weeks off the dog-and-cat-getting-to-know-you phase. Not only are they bedding down together(ish), they’re also making great strides in the “play not slay” realm. This morning, Marbles got herself what I call a “case of the runs” (and what my mother calls “a herd of elephants”), i.e., that cat thing where they just tear from one end of the house to the other for no visible reason. From the kitchen, where Marco, Piggy, and I stood, we could hear her thunder, but we could only actually see a small sliver of her route. And from our point of view, the display was awesomely Benny Hill-like: we’d see her run past the narrow slice of doorway full-tilt this way, then we’d see her spring past going the opposite direction. Piggy tried to take chase, and who could blame her, but we called her back and she totally returned to our side without hesitation. Last week, we would have had to grab her trembling excitement by the collar and physically restrain her. It is what Boy George calls “a miracle.”

Also, lest you think my life is nothing but dog and cat, I managed to get surprise-tipsy off of two specialty cocktails at The Slanted Door last night, where I met up with the amazing AB (of AB Chao fame), who’s in town all the way from Louisiana for some sort of mysterious “training.” I haven’t seen AB since Pam’s wedding, which we both agreed was a criminally long stretch of apart-time, especially since AB is like some kind of performance-enhancing drug that makes everything slightly more glamorous and thrilling than usual, like you’re in the middle of a 30s picture, what with all the machine-gun banter and pretty hair. I also had the distinct pleasure of finally meeting Stephanie (of Keckler fame), who it turns out is the kind of girl who somehow knows the meaning of words like “falernum” and also has really cute legs? It’s a one-two punch that I’m pretty sure makes her a super hero. Plus she has an in at Cowgirl Creamery, oh my god?

And that’s not all! After drinking myself Slanted (and somehow not paying for my bar tab, I am a monster), I raced over for my six-weekly “hair dinner”* at the delicious Panchita Number 3 with Adam and Julia and Marco , where I had good wine and amazing enchiladas and talked about many horrifying things, including Battlefield Earth, tampon applicators mistakenly used as pot pipes, and Ashlee Simpson’s new nose. I laughed so hard, I broke my glasses with my ass!

*A new and totally awesome tradition where we meet for dinner every six weeks after Adam’s regular hair cut.