May 4, 2006

QUITE A COUP
SOHO, London – "I quit my job and went to Bosnia for lunch," I boast.

"Yeah, well, I was in coup on a Carribean island," my friend – a British travel writer – responds.

"Damn, you win."

Her natural modesty takes over. "Well, it was a rather small coup, really. And the passengers didn't manage to hijack the plane properly. But then a man had a fatal heart attack in the terminal..."

We stroll through Chinatown, talking shop and alarming eavesdroppers. My friend is a former model – as glamorous as she is gorgeous. I watch her admirers pause and ponder: "who's that girl? Should I ask for an autograph? A date? Is she on TV?"

Nah. But she could be, if she weren't such a superb writer.

***

She buys me a "Mind the Gap" mug as a consolation prize ("Not everyone can be in coup, love. There, there. Stiff upper lip, now.")

As we chatter over dinner, the stress melts away. The customs queue, the bus-ticket debacle, the corked wine, the depleted savings account, the overdue manuscript, the 2.5-day journey home. Petty hassles all, she reminds me.

Most days, I wish the people I love most weren't scattered around the world.

Then again, she's here when I need her.

Grazia, bellissima.

2 comments:

  1. you write that?

    That's good if you did. Good blog

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  2. Did I write that?

    Yes, guilty as charged.

    (This exchange reminds me of a colleague's favorite joke: "hey, that's pretty good. Ever thought about being a writer?")

    Thanks for the compliment. Cheers, A.

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