- Posh Bucksaw.
There’s this place called Iris, about a mile away from my house. I’d been there before with Jesse and Bethany, and now I go there a lot, because I like the food, and because it’s close, and because I am precisely the sort of person who gets in a total rut is loyal.
Last night I told our waiter that he’d spoiled me on my birthday, and I would now expect all my deserts with a candle and singing. He insisted he shouldn’t sing, but was there a song I’d like to hear played? Something romantic, I said. Sentimental.
So when he returned with my candlelit pudding, BoysIIMen was singing over the speakers. Now that’s service.
Amber – “Do you have a mommy?”
Valancy Jane – “Actually, I was found in a field.”
Adam and Buckman – *laugh*
Valancy Jane – “No one knows where I came from. I was wearing a pale pink diaper made of what they say looked like knitted metal.”
Adam – “Uh, VJ….”
Valancy Jane – “I have no belly button.”
Amber – “………. Ok.”
Valancy Jane: I’m contemplating nachos.
‘Rezzie: Mmmm I had nachos last week. It made me think of you.
It’s a little… strange… the number of things that remind me of you.
Let’s list some!
Valancy Jane: I think of you every time I pick my shoes for the day.
Valancy Jane: I think of you every time I put my hair up, for some reason.
‘Rezzie: Any sort of soup, for some reason
I think of you when I put large flowers in my hair.
Or small ones, at that.
Valancy Jane: Any time I eat grapes. Can’t really explain that one either.
Anytime I read Anne of Green Gables.
That one’s no big leap, considering your favourite book.
Mixed cds remind me of you and of Jonny.
Valancy Jane: I think of you whenever I think of crocheted scarves.
I think of you a lot. I’m glad you seem to think of me at least as much. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Valancy Jane: Whenever I get a letter in the mail I wasn’t expecting, I always wonder in that first instant if it’s from you.
‘Rezzie: ME TOO!
Or, the mafia.
Valancy Jane: It could happen.
‘Rezzie: Very true. I don’t know why, but I always have had this tiny small hope that I’ll get misdirected mail from someone in the mafia.
Valancy Jane: I’m certain you will.
But it’ll be something good, like money.
Not like, a finger.
‘Rezzie: That’s a lovely thing to say.
Valancy Jane: Lover pants!
ValancyJane: Meerkat socks!
ZezZee: okapi ojos
….. “Everyone knows orangutans don’t like mojitos, Buckman. EVERYONE.”
ZezZee: hey love
Valancy Jane: Darling!
I was just talking about you earlier.
To the police.
did they say nice things I hope?
Valancy Jane: Well, mostly they were impressed by your last getaway.
it was specially for them
Valancy Jane: They say having the event catered was a nice touch. I imagine chasing you through a swamp left them pretty hungry.
ZezZee: its the little things that give us class