is there a chiropractor in the house?

I’m dog-sitting for the next week. For my friend pretty’s ex-girlfriend, skinny, which is a little weird, but we ran into each other on the street and she asked and I felt bad saying no. BUT she has the most beautiful weimaraner so I’m pretty happy to have some doggy company. I miss it dearly. Also, I get to use her tres chic gym membership for the week so will hopefully go to lots of cool new pilates or dance classes. Skinny is the one who went on dates with jon cusak and Carson daly. Also, since then TOPHER GRACE has been pursuing her. But he lives in CA and she’s not all about that apparently. The thing that kills me is that shes skinny and blond and pretty, but she’s not Giselle. I’ve asked her how she does it. She said that she went to some prep school and that she’s stayed in contact with some of them and chalks it all up to money. She’s like, “I went to college and they all thought I was nuts, they had millions of mommy and daddy’s money and just did whatever.” So one of these friends is dating someone in the band “the killers” (don’t ask which member, I have no idea) so she’s been meeting all these people that way. My theory is that famous people want to meet normal people but don’t know how. I think that’s why they’re always hitting on their waitresses. Most places celebrities go, there are tons of teeny boppers going crazy over them. To meet a normal non-celebrity must be damn near impossible.

Also, I think I very well may have thrown my back out. I was walking home and passed the Lincoln center where it is “midsummer night swing” season. So this great big band was playing and there were swingers all over. I had on my “Ithaca is gorges” t-shirt on and people kept stopping me to ask if I was one of the “Ithaca dancers.” There is this legendary lindyhop (a type of swing) teacher who lives in Ithaca and has a dance group there that all the swing world knows about (when I was in college, there was a guy named sky in the group and his eyes were the same color as his name, I adored him). This guy offered lessons at my college which I took for about a year and a half. It was amazingly fun. So I had to disappoint all the people asking and staring by telling them that I just went to school there. I got hit on by two kind of old (early 40’s) men. One creepy and one perfectly normal, if not a bit too preppy. So preppy begged me to dance and I acquiesced. It was fun, though I’m a virgo and like to have control so am usually a terrible follower. I did okay though and all these people were gathered around to watch and seemed not to notice all the times I was fucking up. but THEN he dipped me real low and I felt something pop and now my back is in all kinds of discomfort. I’m afraid that if I lie down, that I won’t be able to get up. goddamnit!

Briefly: dave’s funeral was yesterday. His father said that the eulogy was the middle aged man’s speech. But that usually it is the middle aged man giving it for his parents, to a bunch of people with white hair, hearing aids, and walkers. That a eulogy should not be written for an audience so young. Dave’s note said that he’d been dealing with severe feelings of inadequacy on and off since high school (dave turned 29 this year). It makes me wonder where those feelings originate when he went to one of the best prep schools in the country, then to princeton, then to one of the best law schools in the country. His father said that his son was his sun for 29 years and hoped dave had gone off to find his own sun, to finally be at peace. His sister told a fart joke (a pretty good one at that), saying that dave always wanted to know how a fart joke would fare at church. His brother-in-law and two best friends told a few hilarious stories that epitomized him. It felt good to laugh, but felt awful to be reminded of all that we lost. His family had cds made with a handful of dave’s favorite songs, and put a picture of dave singing karaoke on the cover. I love it but it makes me want to cry every time I see it. The dean of my law school flew in from paris to be there, which I thought was amazing. The priest comforted my thoughts by telling us that those who take their lives are not condemned in the afterlife, that jesus has compassion for those who suffer that much pain. I’m not at all religious but it is something I kept thinking about.