He's taking her, is he? Well, never mind. I have Prince William's mobile phone number here someplace. I'll give him a ring, and he can take Concorde over and take you to the little dance, if you want. That will show that unappreciative—
Me: No, Grandmere. Michael doesn't want to take someone else. He doesn't want to go at all. He ... he thinks the
prom is lame.
Grandmere:
Oh ... for ... the .. . love ... of ... heaven. Not one of those.
Me: Yes, Grandmere. I'm afraid so.
Grandmere:
Well, never mind. Your grandfather was the same way. Do you know that if I had left it up to him,
we'd have been married in a clerk's office, and gone to a coffee shop for lunch afterwards? The man simply had no understanding of romance, let alone the public's need for PAGEANTRY.
Me: Yes. Well. That's why I'm a little down today. Now, if you don't mind, Grandmere, I really have to start on my homework. I have a story due to the paper in the morning, too . . .
I didn't mention that it was a story about HER. Well, more or less. It was the story about the incident at Les Hautes Manger. According to the Sunday Times, the restaurant's management was still refusing to take Jangbu back on. So Lilly's march had been for nothing. Well, except that it had apparently gotten her a new boyfriend.
Grandmere: Yes, yes, get to work. You have to keep your grades up, or your father will give me another one of his lectures about forcing you to concentrate too much on royal matters and not enough on trigonometry or whatever it is you seem to be having so much trouble with. And don't worry too much about the situation with that boy. He'll come around, same as your grandfather did. You just have to find the right incentive. Goodbye.
Incentive? What was Grandmere talking about? What kind of incentive would make Michael come around to the idea of
going to the prom? I couldn't think of a single thing that might make him get over this obviously deeply rooted prejudice he
had against it.
Except possibly if the prom were a combo prom/Star Wars/Star Trek/Lord of the Rings/computer convention.
Sunday, May 4, 9 p.m., the Loft
I know why Michael never called. Because he emailed me instead. I just didn't check my messages until I turned on my computer to type up my story for The Atom.
LinuxRulz
Mia — Hope you didn't get in too much trouble over the closet thing from last night.
Mr G is a cool guy, though. I can't imagine he was too upset, after his initial blow-up.
Things have been pretty tense here, what with the whole Lilly/Boris break up. I am trying to stay out of it, and I strongly recommend, for your sanity's sake, you do the same. It's their problem, NOT OURS. I know how you are, Mia, and I really mean it when I say you're better off staying out of it. It's not worth it.
I'll be around all day if you want to give me a call. If you aren't grounded or whatever, maybe we can get together for dim sum? Or if you want, I can come over later to help with your Algebra homework. Just let me know.
Love — Michael
Well. Judging from the tone of THAT, I guess Michael isn't feeling too bad about the whole prom thing. It's almost as if he doesn't KNOW he's ripped out my heart and torn it into little pieces.
Which, considering the fact that I didn't exactly tell him how I felt, might actually be true. That he doesn't know, I mean.
But ignorance, as Grandmere is fond of saying, is no excuse.
I would also hazard a guess from the unconcerned tone of that email that the Drs. Moscovitz have not been paying visits to Michael's room, telling HIM about birth control and the richness of the human sexual experience. Oh no. That kind of thing always ends up being the girl's problem. Even if your boyfriend, like mine, is a staunch supporter of women's rights.
Well, at least he wrote. That's more than can be said for my so-called best friend. You would think that Lilly might at least have called to apologize for ruining my party. (Well, really it was Tina who ruined
Me: No, Grandmere. Michael doesn't want to take someone else. He doesn't want to go at all. He ... he thinks the
prom is lame.
Grandmere:
Oh ... for ... the .. . love ... of ... heaven. Not one of those.
Me: Yes, Grandmere. I'm afraid so.
Grandmere:
Well, never mind. Your grandfather was the same way. Do you know that if I had left it up to him,
we'd have been married in a clerk's office, and gone to a coffee shop for lunch afterwards? The man simply had no understanding of romance, let alone the public's need for PAGEANTRY.
Me: Yes. Well. That's why I'm a little down today. Now, if you don't mind, Grandmere, I really have to start on my homework. I have a story due to the paper in the morning, too . . .
I didn't mention that it was a story about HER. Well, more or less. It was the story about the incident at Les Hautes Manger. According to the Sunday Times, the restaurant's management was still refusing to take Jangbu back on. So Lilly's march had been for nothing. Well, except that it had apparently gotten her a new boyfriend.
Grandmere: Yes, yes, get to work. You have to keep your grades up, or your father will give me another one of his lectures about forcing you to concentrate too much on royal matters and not enough on trigonometry or whatever it is you seem to be having so much trouble with. And don't worry too much about the situation with that boy. He'll come around, same as your grandfather did. You just have to find the right incentive. Goodbye.
Incentive? What was Grandmere talking about? What kind of incentive would make Michael come around to the idea of
going to the prom? I couldn't think of a single thing that might make him get over this obviously deeply rooted prejudice he
had against it.
Except possibly if the prom were a combo prom/Star Wars/Star Trek/Lord of the Rings/computer convention.
Sunday, May 4, 9 p.m., the Loft
I know why Michael never called. Because he emailed me instead. I just didn't check my messages until I turned on my computer to type up my story for The Atom.
LinuxRulz
Mia — Hope you didn't get in too much trouble over the closet thing from last night.
Mr G is a cool guy, though. I can't imagine he was too upset, after his initial blow-up.
Things have been pretty tense here, what with the whole Lilly/Boris break up. I am trying to stay out of it, and I strongly recommend, for your sanity's sake, you do the same. It's their problem, NOT OURS. I know how you are, Mia, and I really mean it when I say you're better off staying out of it. It's not worth it.
I'll be around all day if you want to give me a call. If you aren't grounded or whatever, maybe we can get together for dim sum? Or if you want, I can come over later to help with your Algebra homework. Just let me know.
Love — Michael
Well. Judging from the tone of THAT, I guess Michael isn't feeling too bad about the whole prom thing. It's almost as if he doesn't KNOW he's ripped out my heart and torn it into little pieces.
Which, considering the fact that I didn't exactly tell him how I felt, might actually be true. That he doesn't know, I mean.
But ignorance, as Grandmere is fond of saying, is no excuse.
I would also hazard a guess from the unconcerned tone of that email that the Drs. Moscovitz have not been paying visits to Michael's room, telling HIM about birth control and the richness of the human sexual experience. Oh no. That kind of thing always ends up being the girl's problem. Even if your boyfriend, like mine, is a staunch supporter of women's rights.
Well, at least he wrote. That's more than can be said for my so-called best friend. You would think that Lilly might at least have called to apologize for ruining my party. (Well, really it was Tina who ruined
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