Born Into This

I was there for The Call.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006, around 7:30 pm in Miss Stacia’s UWS apartment. Miss S and Dazrazzle are primping for Damsel's first live performance at Fat Baby when Dazrazzle’s phone rings. The Daz picks up.

DAZRAZZLE: Hello?

RANDOM EVENT PLANNER: Hi, Sarah Gownie? Have you given any thought to your ten-year high school reunion?

Daz’s cherry pops.

DAZRAZZLE: Well actually…

Holding back the gush, Daz “uh huhs” and “Yes, I still keep in touch with so-and-sos” her way through a survey of her Half Hollow Hills High School East Class of 2000 familiarity and currency, eyes wide, hand partially clasped over her mouth to signify the ” ridiculousness Stacey!” After about five minutes Daz hangs up the phone and turns to Miss Stacia, who has lent half an ear to Daz’s end while attempting to make her hair look more Eleanor Friedberger, less Jennifer Aniston. Daz wears a smirk that is equal parts suspicious amusement, suppressed pride and resigned acceptance.

DAZ: Stacey, you WILL NOT believe who that was.

MISS STACIA: You are planning our high school reunion, Sa. We have always known this. It was only a matter of time, really.

DAZ: Yeah, I guess. But don’t these people know that I have more important things to plan over the next four years than my high school reunion?! Like my pachatch. I must plan for my pachatch*.

*Spelling of the word pachatch provided by Miss Daz.