Once I thought about it I realized that I heard things all the time about television series being cancelled. You hear more about the ones that are on the air and then get cut off. I was vaguely aware that there were those that never made it to air in the first place, but I had not given it much thought. It was just one of those things, like tornadoes or famine, that you hear about in the news but which had never affected me directly before.
So, Monday was the day Remo was due to leave the country and Jonathan was due to leave the TV writing business. I got up that morning to remind him to/cheer him on.
Daron: Okay, it’s that time of year.
ctan: What time of year?
Daron: The time when Christmas music starts to drive me insane.
ctan: This is one of the reasons we never go to shopping malls, dear. Or, only in the summer when it’s safe.
Daron: Aha. Anyway, the ironic thing is that I have a Christmas song to share with you. The Dollyrots–a punk band from Florida by way of L.A.–released a zombie apocalypse parody of “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” called “I Saw Mommy Biting Santa Claus.”
(Site news: 1) Here’s the Saturday post I’ve owed you guys for 3 weeks! I’ve finally written far enough ahead I can post a bonus post! 2) Yes, yes, if you would like to see what happened during the J/Daron make-up sex, make a donation and I’ll write it and send it! 3) And tomorrow, there will be liner notes! -ctan)
The next day I felt better but worse. Better because I felt like I’d gotten a lot off my chest, worse because I felt like I’d been run over by a truck. They use that phrase “through the wringer” to mean emotionally, but physically I felt about the same, tender and stiff.
I had one of those hot showers where most of what I did was stand there with my hands against the tile, letting the hot water hit me in the head. The sound of the water isn’t “soothing” so much as numbing. It blots everything out like static on the radio.
Say what you will about Jonathan, one thing he was always good about was letting me preserve my stupid shreds of masculine dignity.
When he came in, my head was so far up my ass it took me a moment to even remember where I was and why. Oh fuck. I stood up quickly and wiped my face and said, all pretend-ignorant, “Oh hey.”
“Hey,” he said calmly, letting me get myself together while he took off his jacket and acted like everything was normal.
When your lawyer calls on the Saturday of a holiday weekend, it’s rarely a good thing.
I took the call sitting on the overstuffed leather couch in Remo’s living room with the cordless phone tucked on my shoulder.
Carynne and Feinbaum were on the line together. I wasn’t sure if they were in the same office on different extensions or if it was some kind of three-way call. I didn’t ask. I had other things to worry about.
Jonathan called a little while later. I took it on the kitchen phone and Remo made himself scarce.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey. I…” He cleared his throat. “I wanted to check in.”
I kept it light. “Like to a hotel?”
He let out a little huff of breath and I knew he was smiling, though he hadn’t gotten all the way to a laugh. “You want to come get some lunch down here? I’m at the place down the hill.”
If I were prone to cliche I’d say the next day dawned gray and gloomy. But come on. It was another sunny, mid-sixties day exactly like the day before, just like most of the days in November in Los Angeles except when it was in the eighties.
I want to go home, I thought, from my cocoon, staring at the high ceiling in the studio. When I thought of home, I thought of my room in Allston.
So, I was expecting a bout of insomnia, but I guess all the alcohol and turkey outdid the stress, and I passed out not long after J. and I got in bed.
Jonathan, on the other hand, apparently lay awake thinking about everything he had seen and heard, and Jonathan being Jonathan, made up stories to explain it. Which means when Remo came back at like four in the morning, and we got up to groggily receive the news that Digger was alive but his liver wasn’t in such great shape, Jonathan was basically bursting with theories.
(I was going to wait to post this next week, but I decided why make you wait? Colin fans, here is Colin’s story, which I read aloud during the anniversary chat on Saturday! Linked below, archived video of the chat, as well as one that links just to me reading Colin’s story alone! -ctan)