The Life and Times of S

A.

So all day Saturday, I packed. Then all Saturday night, I had a phenomenal headache.

Incidentally, it was the second going away party for my former very good friend, S., on Saturday night. It was at my very good friend R.'s house. And even though S. is my former good friend and even though, I had a phenomenal headache, I went to R's.

Turns out, S. was a no show.
Typical.

Anyway, while at R.'s, my other very good friend, A., asked me if all was well. I asked him why he asked. He said, "You look tired. And you're not being yourself." I asked him, "How am I not being myself?".

"You're not laughing as much as you usually do."
I don't know how he does it.


While I lay on the couch at R.'s, A. gave me a head massage. He placed him palm on my forehead. It felt warm. Wonderfully warm. And then I fell asleep. Despite my headache.

On my drive home from R.'s, I thought about A. And the nice guy that he is. Everytime I see him, he says to me, "Find me someone like exactly like you. But Muslim."

He is going Pakistan tomorrow, his first time in twenty years, to meet with his extended family. I hope he finds a wonderful, young woman who he makes him as happy as I know he will make her.

posted by S @ 6:39 PM