Thursday, January 14, 2010
Getting off the train.
But about the glazed-over eyes...I used to observe him doing that when we would visit my grandmother ("Nanny"), who was the subject of our show "My Grandmother, My Self" years ago at Don't Tell Mama. Nanny was a former fashion model who loved to tell and re-tell the stories of her life...most of them involving others' misery and/or death. Or rotten things that had been done to her by her two-faced friends and neighbors. It was all very entertaining but not linear at all, so you really had to pay attention to follow along. And her Brooklyn apartment was always very warm, no matter the weather outside. Duane and I would sit back on her blue velvet sofa as she sat in her blue corduroy La-Z-Boy, and between the heat and the non-stop stories which had started even as we were climbing the stairs from the lobby...well, let's just say I spent as much time listening and nodding my head as I did nudging the Ape to stop snoring.
He does sometimes snore when I'm reading aloud to him, which I do all the time because he hates to read and loves the way I speak. But he swears he's not sleeping...he's just really "comfortable and relaxed" so he starts to breathe that way. LOL
Coming next blog: How we came to stop and then resume our comedy career. Or maybe the story of our 3rd boyfriend, who wanted us to be his bottom sex slaves. Or how what began as a joke became an obsession: my celebrity doll collection.
Just make sure your room isn't too warm or your chair too comfortable.