When Rory Comes to Visit

It's kind of hilarious how one unusual occurrence (like a friend coming to visit finally) can dramatically change the way you think about the world. Take, for instance, the impact of Rory Burns' visit on my regular Monday routine. While I usually vow to rush home and get straight to work, more often than not I am sidetracked by some tantalizing offer to go chair shopping or eat dinner. Last night, I stuck to the plan though. I went with Alycia to Curves right after the clinic, and came home and got straight to work. I was finished my MIT reading by 7! Moved on to my thesis proposal--something 6 weeks in the making is now complete. Clearly, I just work well under pressure--plus the excitement has made me majorly hyper and that energy is proving itself really helpful. Thank you, Rory Burns--you should come to visit more often. (Or at very least, you should threaten to do so.)

Here's how I see this dramatic event unwinding:

Tonight: The Grand Reunion

Rory (a zombie) runs towards Erin with wide open arms.

Erin (not yet a zombie) stands still and waits tearfully for Rory's slow motion run to bring him back to her outstretched arms. In his embrace: My God!! How long has it been??

Rory [tearfully]: Too long, baby!

They laugh and retreat from the terminal which is now full of conspicuously gawking onlookers.

Later that Evening: A Conversation

Erin (now a zombie):I'm drunk, Rory Burns.

Rory (still a zombie): Perfect.

The Finale: Rory's Return

Erin (no longer a zombie): It's just so said to see you leaving...

Rory (no longer a zombie either): Don't worry. We'll meet again someday.

Erin: Tomorrow.

Rory: Perfect. I knew we would be zombies again.

Erin: No. No more zombies. We're going to do something as real people instead of as the living dead.

Rory: But I like being the living dead.

Erin: Too bad. We're real people from this moment on.

Rory: I hate you.

Erin: Nope. You love me. I'll see you tomorrow.

Rory: Okay.

Conclusion: No tears. No drama. Very boring. But you can totally imagine it can't you? Rory if I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake...well, I did know, and I didn't bake one. But that's because it would have tasted bad not because I don't want to celebrate your visit. So, I will dress up like a zombie instead. That would make a good song: If I'd known you were coming I would have blackened my eyes and painted my face white!