Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang Part 5
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I liked Eva. I liked her a lot.
Our treadmill is on our balcony, and Ted was standing in front of it talking to me when he read the e-mail.
"Oh, dear Lord. I knew it."
He went to grab my BlackBerry off the treadmill in an attempt to s.h.i.+eld me from the horrible discovery.
"What?" I asked, as I took it back from him.
"It was the sh.e.l.lfish," he said, with his arms open for me to run into.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!"
This is the picture I shot with my BlackBerry of him consoling me right there and then on the balcony:
It took several minutes for me to calm down long enough to forward the picture to my team. The hysterical crying was interrupted by hysterical laughing, which I had to cover up with more fake crying, so it became a vicious circle. Luckily, it was a windy day, and Ted is ridiculous.
The rest of the night was more of the same as I was e-mailing with Tom, Jake, and Brad. Brad had to pull over several times on his way to dinner just to gain composure, and Jake kept calling me from his house in the Palisades howling. "This is the stupidest f.u.c.king joke in the world. Ted is going to dump you in the Santa Monica Bay, and I'm going to be laughing so hard I won't be able to do anything about it!"
"I thought you had a soccer game."
"I do, but I'll be laughing at the soccer game."
I told him to stop calling me, because I couldn't keep running out of the room. You could hear him screaming through the phone, and I'd have to jump up and scram every time it rang. "f.u.c.k off," I repeated over and over again.
Ted ran in after the third time Jake called and found me kneeling next to my bed. "Who are you telling to f.u.c.k off?"
"My father."
"Oh."
I finally had to take a Lunesta to get to sleep so that I wouldn't have to face him anymore. I woke up the next morning and lay in bed thinking about the difference a day can make. So much had happened in twenty-four hours. So many lives had been touched.
The funeral wasn't until five, so I had to maintain my composure but keep it somewhat real by pretending I was dreading it as well. Ted had been e-mailing everyone at the party to see who was coming to the funeral and he was concerned about who he'd be standing next to during the spreading of the ashes. "I'm worried I'm going to laugh," he kept saying. "Please make sure I'm not anywhere near Tom."
"Don't worry," I wanted to say. "No one else is coming, moron."
But I didn't.
At around four-thirty we headed to the pier. On our way down the ramp, I took a photo of the back of Ted's head and sent it off to everyone who was waiting to hear, with a caption that read "Ted on his way to Dudley's funeral."
I was texting furiously with Johnny Kansas, and he was telling me to stay on Ted's right when we got to the end of the pier. The sign we had made would be set up there on a railing. In order to capture Ted's reaction, we needed to ch.o.r.eograph our arrival perfectly. I realized then that I had forgotten to get flowers and texted Johnny, "We have no flowers."
"Get churros," he replied.
There are churro stands about every two hundred feet at the Santa Monica Pier, so it felt totally natural to yell, "Ted, that's why Dudley liked the pier. The churros. He loved churros!"
"Oh, Jesus Christ. No wonder the dog is f.u.c.king dead if he was eating f.u.c.king churros."
At this point I was starting to pee a little and kept having to grab my v.a.g.i.n.a. Luckily it was windy, so it was easy to hide my face behind the hair being blown across it. This was beyond ridiculous, but not as ridiculous as Ted taking a bite out of one of the churros as he crossed back over to where I was.
"What the h.e.l.l is that?" I asked, pointing at the top of the bitten churro.
"What?" he said, trying to hide the churro under his lapel.
"Those are for Dudley, Ted!"
"But he's dead."
"They wanted to spread the churros with his ashes."
"Chelsea, you can't throw churros over the pier into the water. Dudley would want us to have them. Come on, we're going to be late."
"Just flip that one upside down and don't take another bite."
Fifty yards later we came to the end of the pier, where there were people scattered about. I immediately saw Johnny facing us, wearing a hoodie and holding a video camera. The sign was to his right. I knew that Ted's keen sense of unawareness would help him take a while to find either one, so I let him run around like a labrador retriever for a few minutes looking for the funeral party while I was trying to stop my urethra from fully discharging all over the Santa Monica Pier. Once he came down from the observation deck, waving his arms in the air, saying, "We missed it! I knew we were going to be late!" I got myself together enough to point to the poster.
"What's that?" I asked.
This was the sign we had made:
Two days later I showed the video on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno The Tonight Show with Jay Leno. I haven't played any jokes on Ted since, but Brad did try to persuade me to fake Dudley's death again a week later to see if Ted would believe it. "Say he really died this time!" Brad howled.
Chapter Five
Wedding Chopper
My oldest friend in Los Angeles, Lydia, was getting married, and it was a miracle. I didn't ever expect her to have the wherewithal to actually follow through with a wedding that would require others to attend. She'd been engaged for over two years, and my a.s.sumption was that Lydia would approach her nuptials like most other milestones in her life: She would most likely lose interest.
When she finally did notify me about the imminent wedding, it was by an AOL instant message: "Chels, save the date. The wedding is going to be on May 28 in the Palisades!"
"Is this the invitation?" I typed back.
"No! Of course not! What's your address? I'm doing them right now!"
That is how Lydia operated. Her disorderliness had always been her strong suit, and this is coming from someone who hasn't worn a matching pair of socks since Reagan was shot. It wouldn't have been a surprise to me at all if I had received a third-grader's birthday-party invitation to her wedding with the time, date, and location all filled out in block letters on top of preprinted horizontal black lines.
Something along the lines of: Occasion: WEDDING WEDDINGTime: 24 24 P.M. P.M.Location: OLIVE GARDEN OLIVE GARDEN I typed in my address and asked her where the wedding was.
"At Mercedes's."
"The dealers.h.i.+p?"
"LOL!!!"
I wasn't joking, but I quickly lost interest in the conversation due to the fact that despite my having spoken to Lydia at great length about misplaced enthusiasm, she insisted on using exclamation points in lieu of periods and continued pairing them with my least favorite invention, LOL. You wouldn't say LOL if you were out to lunch with someone, so why would you write it in an instant message or an e-mail? Just laugh alone in your office or house. I don't need to be notified that you're laughing. If someone is busy laughing, then how do they have the time to be typing the letters LOL? More important, I was midway through a letter to Dear Abby that I'd been constructing for the better part of the winter, and I wasn't about to lose my confidence now. I hated that after Abby crossed over, her daughter continued her mother's advice column without changing its name from "Dear Abby" to "Dear Abby's f.u.c.king f.u.c.king Daughter." It wasn't an easy pill to swallow for those of us who didn't read the column the day Abby's daughter informed readers that she was taking over. The one day she decided to mention her mother was dead happened to coincide with me taking a one-day tie-dying cla.s.s at the Y, and for months I was left nonplussed by Abby's out-of-left-field advice. Daughter." It wasn't an easy pill to swallow for those of us who didn't read the column the day Abby's daughter informed readers that she was taking over. The one day she decided to mention her mother was dead happened to coincide with me taking a one-day tie-dying cla.s.s at the Y, and for months I was left nonplussed by Abby's out-of-left-field advice.
"I'll be there," I wrote back to Lydia. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
I hadn't spent a lot of time with Lydia since she'd gotten herself engaged. It wasn't intentional at all; we just sort of drifted apart after she asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding, and I coughed loudly enough to pretend I didn't hear her.
I instant-messaged Ivory and asked her what Mercedes's was.
"Some new girl Lydia's made friends with who works a pai gow table in Vegas."
"Is she Asian?"
"No, she's blond with Orange County b.o.o.bs."
"Well, the wedding's at her house, and Lydia should be instant-messaging you with the invitation shortly."
"OMG. I can't wait for Ted to meet Rooster. Do you think they'll duel?"
The thought hadn't occurred to me that I would have to bring Ted to the wedding and that he would meet several people I'd slept with, including Rooster. Rooster is someone I'd accidentally fallen into bed with several times in my twenties. He had taken up with Lydia shortly after I explained to him that I didn't want to deal with a long-distance relations.h.i.+p. The commute from Santa Monica to East Santa Monica was putting too many miles on my car, and his car hadn't started since I met him. Not long after we broke up, we all went to a costume party, and I woke up in an M&M's costume next to him and Lydia moaning.
A plethora of misfits from my waitressing days would surely be in attendance at Lydia's wedding, and it was bound to be fairly horrifying.
Two weeks before the wedding and fourteen days before I purchased her gift, Lydia e-mailed everyone telling us there was a change of venue. She was no longer having the wedding at Mercedes's house. It was now being held at a hotel around the corner from where Ted and I lived.
I e-mailed Ivory. "Lydia just changed the locale of the wedding. No more Merecedes. What do you think her game plan is?"
"With the wedding?"
"With life."
"Just be happy you're not a bridesmaid. You're bringing Ted, right?"
"Yes, I'm bringing Ted. Don't worry. You'll get your day in the sun."
The change of locale was perfect for Ted and me. His major issue other than having to attend a wedding for a person he was convinced he'd never met was that it was on the Sat.u.r.day night before Memorial Day, and he wanted us to spend the weekend in Laguna Beach.
"How long do we have to stay at the wedding?" Ted asked.
"I don't know. It's probably like four or five hours with the ceremony."
"Four or five hours? We're not going to get down to Laguna until midnight!"
"Well, sorry, Ted, but this isn't a roller-skating party. It's somebody's wedding."
"Who is this person again, and what is in your hair?" he asked, squinting at my head.
"A hair clip, and her name is Lydia. You've met her three times. I've known her since I was twenty, remember?"
"Why does it say Doritos on it?" he inquired upon closer inspection of my head.
"Because it's a chip clip. I couldn't find any hair bands and I wanted to go for a run. Is that okay with you?"
"So what's holding the chips together?" he demanded to know.
"Really, Ted? The chips are more important than me getting some cardio in? I mean, seriously."
"Chelsea, answer the question."
"What is the question?"
"What is holding the chips together?"
"The chips are gone."
"Exactly. Those were the chips for the helicopter, Chelsea. I swear sometimes I feel like I'm living with a refugee."
I didn't want to travel further in the direction this conversation was headed, so I removed the chip clip from my hair and tried to attach it to his p.e.n.i.s.
He dodged my attempt, retrieved the clip, and returned it to its proper surroundings.
"We're going to have to get a driver if we're going to be drinking, so if the wedding starts at five, is it okay for the car service to come at seven?"
"I don't know, Ted. Have you ever been to a two-hour wedding?"
"Well, what if I have the car there at seven and then we have the option to leave whenever we want?"
"That will be a waste of money, because we won't be leaving before nine. We need to be there a minimum of four hours. What aren't you copying?"
"But I don't even know any of these people."
"That's not their fault. I know Lydia. She knows me, and unfortunately I know you. You're lucky I'm even allowed to bring a guest. This could have gone either way."
"I don't feel lucky."
Ted has little patience for weddings or birthday parties and has no problem telling the person whose birthday or wedding it is that he doesn't understand why they're celebrating. I, on the other hand, take both of these events very seriously, as long as nothing more than attending and providing gifts is expected of me. I don't like to make speeches, and I don't like to wear a.s.signed clothing. I love birthdays, and I love weddings. Funerals can also be fun, but only with the right mix of refreshments.
Ted and I have always had different policies when it comes to other humans. He's generally not interested in people and doesn't even pretend to try, whereas I am fascinated by anyone and everything, especially if it involves a childhood story about an inappropriate uncle or obesity.
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