I went to a movie with a friend last night and afterward we went to my favorite neighborhood restaurant for dinner.
We sat at the bar and I said to Sam, who is the best bartender ever, “Hey, how are you?”
He said, “Well, Paris is burning, but I’m ok.”
Now, that’s a movie title, so I thought maybe that’s what he was referring to, but then I thought that was sort of weird, so I said,”What?”
He said, “There have been a bunch of terrorist attacks all over Paris.”
Suddenly I didn’t really want my meatballs anymore.
I came home and did what I do when these sorts of things happen, I turn on the tv and flip from news station to news station, I open the computer to the Times, Huffpost, Twitter, Facebook.
I don’t understand why people can’t just talk over their disagreements. Go into a big room with a lot of sandwiches and a lot of potato chips and not come out until they can make compromises, peace.
I don’t understand. I just don’t understand.
2 thoughts on “gratitude-a-thon day 739: paris is burning”
Same scenario. Only I was all happy at Marshall’s in the holiday section looking at signs of PEACE and JOY when the text from a military friend came through. First I rehuddled and looked at my NYTimes app in men’s underwears. Messaged my friends in Paris. All three families are okay. Then, I just decided to come home. Watched CNN until I fell asleep thinking Paris is Burning. xo
…..in men’s underwear! xooxoxox