Random Esquire

1.  This morning, a friend sent this tweet: “I do it once a season: I’ll catch Josh Groban singing O Holy Night and by the second bar I’m sobbing and have nearly blown out my speakers.”

I responded, “That sort of made me laugh and then feel badly about it after.” I’m telling you, if I saw that happen, I wouldn’t be able to help myself.  I’d laugh.  In fact, I sort of feel like playing the song the next time I see my friend.

And then I realized that shameful laughter is really the best.  The kind where you’re laughing because it’s funny but also just slightly nervous that someone will call you out on in.  Sort of like QT laughing when people fall down. Or like Two Assholes Talking in which we may have said a woman looked like a Dr. Seuss Who.  You sort of feel badly.  But not enough not to laugh.

2.  Someone pointed out to me that all the women in my life lived in a constant state of limbo between laughing and crying.  I found this strangely rewarding.  I’m sure, however, that if you asked Besos or Boss, they might not quite see it that way.  Plush, however, would probably delightfully clap her hands.  Women are complicated.

3.  I have a Playlist on my iPod that includes: Fortunate Son, Give Peace a Chance, Run Through the Jungle, You Really Got Me, War (What is it good for?) and Imagine.  My neighbor was over and heard it and looked at my iPod in the player and said, “You named the playlist… The Hanoi Hilton Remix?”    And see, this is why I don’t listen to music. Everyone’s a critic.