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| Moon Over Me III |
| 07.12.06 (10:36 pm) [edit] |
On the day Moon moved in with me I not only cleaned the house twice I hired a co-worker’s cousin to come in and professionally make the apartment pristine. I bought her favorite foods or at least the one’s we pigged out on when we were kids. I even put up a “Welcome Home Moon” banner for laughs. All this preparation and I’m having second thoughts and mini anxiety attacks for over a week. Don’t get me wrong I LOVE Moon, admire her ,marvel (and yes, I’m a little green around the edges.) Do any of you know what’s it’s like to have the Ultimate Alpha Female as your dearest friend? I thought I’d put the childhood envy at bay. Here in DC I’ve created my own life and learned to love her from afar and now what? . . .Oh hell my doorbell just rung and I know that’s not Moon because I’m suppose to pick her up at Ronald Reagan two hours from now-MOON! (Of course she’s standing there in her 5’9”, 130 pound curvaceous, sprayed tan and the red hair is now honey blond and she grew into her big tooth smile of hers. Did I mention her quasi ethnic outfit gives her rich girl gone bohemian look that posing for Elle feel?) “I thought I was suppose to pick you up?” “I got an earlier flight. Got bumped up to first class after a ticket glitch. You know I’ll always get what I want.” (Oh, how I know.) Just then a cab driving weighted down in designer luggage sits down her Louis Vittount like an obedient camel. ‘Shakrum Said”, she drops a twenty in his hand and he smiles ear to ear walking to the elevator with new found energy. We entered the apartment with me taking over for Said as Moon’s pack mule and as I struggle to bring in the bags I find her crying as she looks at the welcoming sign hang in the living room. I when she scoops me up, her very heavy bags drop and as we embrace I feel my apprehension melt under the weigh of our love for each. No matter what Moon is my girl and no insecurities, or fear is going to make our time together bad (I hope.)
I took her to my home office I converted into her bedroom where we brought her bags in and sat on the daybed catching up. Aside from the Hollywood look I can see where she’s grown more beautiful inside and out. “You look incredible,” she says.
I’m feeling those two strand twists. Wish I could do that with my hair.” “Why?” I asked perplexed. I’ve always like the way your wiry hair holds a style. Mine would need a ton of mousse if I tried it.” “What’s wrong? You have that damn-that- dumb-white-girl face on. I know it’s the hair thing? “- Ever since we were kids navigating the waters of interracial friendship requires you to be a strong swimmer. “Stop it. You’ve been here for an hour and all ready you’re having a “Moon moment.” She looked confused.” You had an entire conversation just now and I never got a chance to join in. “Oh I so”- I stopped her. “I know you’r e sorry Dear. You always are but can we move on from here.” You and I have baggage we need to unpack before you get settled but now I just want to enjoy a friend I hugged her to short circuit the tension that light up the room. There’s a cool place called the Scandalous Café on U Street. Lets grab a bite and just . . .just be, okay.” When I look at her tear filled I’m reminded that the message, complicated parts of loving someone is part of the package deal. We called a truce for now and we put on our cleavage bearing best and when to Scand We talked the whole time even through the bathroom door and eyeliner about memories that made us laugh, and about the new area our longstanding friendship could go. By the time we got the booth and got the calamari appetizer plate we we’re in our own little world. We didn’t notice the man approaching our table at first then when we look up neither could mistake his beautiful face. He looked about 6’4”, one eighty, broad frame, wavy brunette hair, olive skin, scar under on his left cheek, small mustache, big teeth like Moon’s that formed a big dimpled smile, framed by sensuous full lips and the most striking amber colored eyes. I realized I was holding my breath until my opened mouth dried out my tongue out. We stopped looking at him long enough to glance at each other and I could tell Moon was getting in predator mode because I swore her cleavage plumped up like Ballpark Franks and she put on her “Watch out now!” smile. He reached our table and the smell of sandal wood wafted around our heads . . .. (To be continued . . .)
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| Moon Over Me II |
| 07.09.06 (8:05 pm) [edit] |
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The day Moon Lauroitz kicked the Triad’s asses became legend because of how it changed the mindset of Woodside elementary student body. Everyone was shocked how the new girl on her first day eliminated the school’s scariest bullies without much effort. Her act made it open season on bullies in each grade. Lunch money extortions ceased, along with locker room wedgies and bathroom shakedowns. Woodside became a bully free environment and all because that freckled face, big-toothed girl name Moon showed us all that bullies are more afraid of us then us of them. She seemed unfazed by her amazing feat but I soon learned doing the impossible was her norm. For fifteen years she was the alpha female I became the “beta” sidekick. If you know the role of the sidekick than you understand standing in the shadow of that larger than life person can get very cold. Moon could charm the horns off the devil while making God laugh out loud. She could also suck the energy out of the room with her cheerleading mentality. I admired her gutsy approach dealing with life while quietly resenting her for the same traits. By the time we parted ways in college I missed her but was relieved as I found my on strengths. We maintained our relationship emails, occasional visits,and quirky greeting cards. While I missed her I didn’t miss being overshadowed. We kept in touch two years after graduation weekly phone conversations and settled into a comfortable routine until that fateful day . . . she called and said she was moving to Washington.
Moon got her dream job as Executive Director of The Association of American Future Leaders. She asked if she could stay with me until she found an apartment. I swallowed hard trying to dissuade her but she pulled out those famous manipulative powers and my weak ass caved in like the Triad. “C’mon it will be like old times,” she said in her syrupy voice. “Most definitely,” I answered with plastic enthusiasm. We discussed some preliminary needs for her move and we hung up telling each other how great things would be. After that conversation I ran to the fringe grabbed my pint of Chunky Monkey and a Molson, made a float in a tumbler sat in my messy living room and cried. (To be continued . . .)
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| Moon Over Me |
| 07.04.06 (10:39 pm) [edit] |
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The day I met Moon Lauroitz didn’t just change the trajectory of my life but the incident that followed is part of our small town’s many legends. She came to our school in the fifth grade and as the class’s unofficial diplomat she was sat next me. I was friendly and made people feel at ease so whomever the new kid was they ended up with me. Moon first name caused a wave of giggles when Mrs. Hither said it but she seemed unfazed. Her green eyes gleamed with a sense of confidence and self-awareness of a people far beyond her years. She smiled and her freckled cheeks and big tooth grin and I knew then that she had gotten over the silliness about her unusual name and could care less about the laughter. “Hiya there Sophie!” she looked me directly in the eye, shook my hand with a firm grip and conducted herself like a politician running for office. After her sincere smile she faced forward and looked at the teacher with that ready to learn stare. The whole introduction was unnerving but cool too. In that moment I new something was special about her. Throughout the day Moon was the first to raise her hand and answer questions and the room turned from new girl amusement to contempt quickly. The pack of class bullies known as the Triad turned their jealously toward her with each right answer I knew she was headed toward ending her first day at Woodside Elementary with a welcome to the neighborhood ass whooping. At lunch I sat with her so she wouldn’t feel awkward and we hit it off immediately. I found we had lots in common and I new ten minutes in we were going to be friends. I almost forgot the Triad until I caught them glaring over Moon’s shoulder. They leered over their sandwiches and I could tell they were plotting their beating and they were going to included me in from the looks I was getting. She saw the look of fear wrapped across my face and she looked back at them with the biggest big-toothed smile and turned to me and said, “Don’t worry about them.” She said it in the cheeriest voice with a “Stephen King” edge that gave me a chill. “No really, you’re safe.” She touched my hand for reassurance never loosing that big-toothed grin. I found out that she moved in the empty house on the end of Smith Street on my block. We’d be walking home together. At least there’d be two of us to fight them. It still didn’t matter I saw them beat up five girls by themselves and scare away on the mother’s who was coming to their aid. We were going to spend our first walk home together getting our asses kicked not the shared experience I wanted. I could barely concentrate the rest of the day and word spread like fire that there was a fight happening after school. When the Triad’s flying monkey, Jancara Wilson told me in gym class that they were going to get the new girl and me behind the gym after school. How is it every kid in the school hears about a fight but never the adults? Moon seemed unfazed and I thought she was nuts when the 2:30 pm bell rung. My stomach turned and I wanted to throw up and hide. I had made it five years without being a blip on their radar until today. Damn . . .I tried getting her to plan some form of fighting strategy but she grabbed my hand just as she did at lunchtime and with the same calm she said. “I know you’re scared but I promise everything going to be alright.” How crazy is this day is going? Four hours I was just an average fifth grader who got along with everyone. Now I scared shitless walking with a crazy white girl with big teeth and freckles toward the back of the gym to fight three of the school toughest black girls and I’m a Pequot Native American.
This fight was going to look like a bloody United Colors of Benetton ad. Moon grabbed my hand and despite my attempts to brake free she pulled me along like a rag doll and stopped long enough to ask directions to the back of the gym.
We hit the main courtyard and the crowd swelled and followed behind us like hyenas before a major kill. The moment arrived. The Triad lined up looking like a wall of sheer evil. They saw us coming and they became a whirlwind of cursing, threats, neck rolls, and high fives. Finally Moon dropped my hand looked back at me and gave birth to a legend. In slow motion she looked back at me with that smile, whipped that head around, and ran toward them with the most blood curdling yell and she got low as she got closer. Everyone stood still with their jaws dropped including the Triad. They had never fought anyone crazier than themselves but every dog has his day. What I saw next its undefinedable. Moon was heading for the middle girl then suddenly hit Nina the short one to the left with the blond braid in the throat, which made her double over then fall on her fat ass like Humpty Dumpty. Shaskenetta the taller one in the middle made a swing that Moon shook off pushed her forward with a force that had her kissing asphalt before she realized she was down (with no front teeth and broken nose.) Agnes the ringleader took off running leaving her two henchman to take the beating as she escape but Moon didn’t like that plan chased her down and ran along side her. This shook up Shaskenetta so bad she stopped short and fell to her knees. Moon stood in front of her and made that blood-curling scream in her face and ol’ Shaskenetta just covered her head and cried and we later found out wet her pants. Moon stopped yelling shifted back into the happy go lucky mood she began the day with and skipped back in my direction. People moved out of her way quiet except for a little murmuring. She held out her hand for me to take as she surveyed the crowd and said to the hyenas “Anyone else wanna fight.” They parted as she grabbed my hand and pulled me along. Little did I know this was the beginning . . . (To be continued)
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