Thursday, December 7, 2017
No Respect for the Aged
These are my friends C and Q back around the turn of the century on the rainy streets of NYC. They were in their teens and twenties. I hated Q but I loved his girl. She wrote an email to me before I met her. I thought Q had made it up. It sounded just like him only more clever. I wouldn't believe that he wasn't just jerking me around. Then I met her. She was much smarter than he and a whole lot better looking. It is wrong to envy your friends for their girlfriends. I think it might be one of the Ten Commandments.
Stupidly, when they broke up, I chose Q. It was a redemption, of sorts, on my part, I think. I've regretted that choice ever since, but loyalty is a good quality. That's why we like dogs.
I have many pictures of the time I spent with them. Q was working the night of the Ryan Adams concert, the now infamous one where he had his meltdown and effectively burned out his rising star. Still, it was a wonderful concert, the last of his good stuff, in the newly renovated Beacon Theater. C was going to meet me but never showed. They should have been there.
But Q was off the next day and we had the weekend. We went to museums and lunches. It was a different NYC then, full of Cole Porter tunes no matter where you went, a late '90s hangover. It was all about to change. It was a new century--her century to anticipate.
I last saw her again some years ago. She was in town to see relatives for Christmas and asked if she could stop by. After Q forgave her and became her friend again, I felt free to keep somewhat in touch. I hadn't seen her for around a decade, and I had just gone through a breakup and was feeling about as blue as. . . well, it seems I am always feeling that way. We opened a bottle of wine and then went to a hip little restaurant for dinner. By then, she had travelled the world quite a bit and was living in Europe, so I wanted to go someplace where I wouldn't look like a total rube.
That was the last time I saw her, and maybe the last I heard from her. I was rather worn and beat by that time, I guess, not so interesting as I might have been.
No worries. I still have Q. And he her, I think. They are still friends. He was sending her the pictures that I was sending him last night. He sent me a second person message from her, but I am not sure if I believe she said what he told me. That's the way he treats me, however, even when I am digging up old memories and emotions for him. He has no respect for the aged who have done so much to make him who he is. I guess that is my only revenge!
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