No, folks, that's not a euphemism for anything, I really am the proud owner of a new-to-me bedroom set courtesy of Academy-Award-nominated screenwriter Diablo Cody. Otherwise known as Brook to her/my friends here in the Twins, Diabs (yes, we're that tight) had a few of us over this weekend while she was in town for two minutes visiting.
I received the text from my roommate, AKA Diabs'
ex-hubby's new lady, saying "Gathering at Diablo's tonight at 9pm." I knew she was going to be in town this weekend and did secretly wonder if I would be part of the festivities due to my unique position within the friend group. I initially met her earlier in March, pre-
Juno explosion, when I made my first visit to Minneapolis as Trevor's girlfriend. A bunch of us went to dinner at the
Loring Pasta Bar and then to dance to the
Autumn Leaves at
The Kitty Kat Club. I think I've said this in an earlier post, but I remember thinking I was the hot shit performer at the table till I asked, "What do you do, Brook?" She replied, "I'm a screenwriter. My new movie stars Jennifer Garner." It wasn't nearly as pretentious as I'm making it sound, but it certainly shut me the hell up.
Anyway, so Saturday started out as a really poopy day emotionally for me, but Trevs put the super awesome boyfriend moves on and took me out walking in the high-20s weather (which felt GREAT after the recent and thoroughly depressing sub-zero trends). This lifted my spirits tremendously. He's the best. Later, we visited the home of one of Trevor's choir colleagues at which there was the largest personal bar for any one person I've ever seen. I wish I got pictures: The open-faced cabinet in her dining area had a pullout-shelf on which there were bottles upon bottles of liquor, about 10 across by at least 4 or 5 deep. Wow. I would never leave my house if it were mine. Buca Du Beppo catered the party and ice cream with fresh-baked fudge brownie drizzled in caramel in a martini glass followed immediately after. Trevor and I had to scoot because he had to work, but the evening was turning a pretty good day into a great one.
I arrived home, having received the aforementioned text a few hours ago and still not totally sure if I wanted to show up because of my general insecurity about life at that moment exacerbated by my insecurity about not being tight with Diablo and coming to her house as bystander, clinging to the people I
did know there. I also have a monologue I'm working on for the Unified Auditions and I had been planning all week to use my Saturday night to rehearse while Trevs was at work. But then, my new MPLS friend Marne texted - "when are you coming over?" and I knew I had to make an appearance, reluctant and scared. We shot a few texts back and forth when she wrote, "Brook asked if you were coming." Now, the disqualifier-of-the-positive in me thinks this was just a ploy to get me over there. Nevertheless, it worked. It was what I needed - a genuine invitation, albeit indirect, from our newly celebrated friend. I put on an impressively stylish, yet casual and not trying too hard (in my eyes), outfit and trekked the whole 4 blocks to Diablo Cody's (and Johnny's) on-the-market townhome.
** Note to my "new" Minneapolis friends that read... I don't know why I feel I must explain that all gatherings involving Brook, as she is from the pre-Courtney MN era, make me feel like I'm not totally a part of the group. I recognize this is a personal problem and I am officially over it. Now. No, Now. Okay... NOW!**
Soooooo... I pull up, walk to the door and see everyone is watching my arrival from the kitchen through the vertical window adjacent to the front door. Johnny grabs the door, ushering me in, and Diablo runs up to give me a hug first, asking me for a light and then saying, "You need a bed, right?" Well, sure (I'm sleeping on a great-for-guests-;-not-for-every-night futon). "Great. Take the bed."
Um, okay. And then, by the end of the night, it turned out that I was taking the entire bedroom set. I was, and still am, pretty floored and a little concerned about getting a place big enough to fit all this good stuff. But, ultimately, I'm so grateful and simply stunned that my new apartment is coming together, if only in the form of the furniture in it.
Not to make it sound like the receipt of free, fine furniture was the highlight of the night. Everyone was silly to the point of jigs and bell-kicks in the kitchen, shopping in the house for who would snag the rest of the furniture, and Johnny almost made a drink with Absolut Pears and
Bubble Yum drink (they actually make that?) till Trixi stopped him with common sense. It was a great time had by all.
Thanks, Diabs!
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