I saw Rian the other day at the Town Center. He was coming out as I was going in. His girlfriend, who is like 15, is basically an awful human being. She wouldn’t even let us talk for two minutes. First she gave me this death look, which I found completely hilarious, and smiled at her in return, and then she grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the store, while he called salutations over his shoulder.
While I was getting ready for the opera the other night, in the bathroom, putting on lipstick in front of the mirror, already in my prom dress…Brother walked in with the kid from next door and said, “Hey, Ginny…where are you going?”
I said, “To the opera,” completely nonchalantly.
He said, “Oh…where’s that?”
I paused and said, “You know…I really don’t know. Katie’s driving.”
He said, “Well, in that case, if the Phantom gets you, I won’t be able to save you.”
My heart went pitter-patter at this absolute cuteness. I turned to him, smiling my sweetest smile, and said, “Dearest Brother…I would forgive you!”
He responded with a grin and, “You want the Phantom to think you’re that girl so he will take you…don’t you?”
I said, “Something like that, yes.”
Haha. My brother’s so great. This morning he came up to me and said, “You know, I’m sort of happy and sad that you’ll be moving out soon….”
I said, “I know.”
He said, “I’m just a little happy, because Mom says when you move out and get your own cell phone plan, I’ll get my own cell phone.”
At this point, I interrupted: “When I get my own cell phone plan!? But I can’t afford that!”
Apparently, when I move out, I will no longer have a cell phone.
Anyway, then he said, “But I’m worried about it, too, because when you’re gone, it’ll just be me…and Sister….”
I said, “I know; I hate to do that to you, too.”