I was watching The Middle today. I DVR'd it so that I could view it at my leisure.
The show annoys me at the same time that it makes me laugh. I have a feeling that it's because I see a little bit of myself in the mother and a lot of my family in the rest of the bunch. For instance, I've been known to have said to any one of my kids, who at one time or another, might have come to me with an earache, stomach flu, headache, knife slashing, etc, "Easter or Christmas, (or whatever holiday was approaching) is coming, can you please wait for after the holidays and then we will deal with the doctor"s office/ER ?
Anyway, as I was watching the show today, I saw that my best friend, Marsha Mason was on. We go way back.
In the 1980's, when my baby daddy's political career was booming (as Senator Bill Bradley's campaign finance director), I was invited to a Woman's Luncheon in North Jersey.
That's when I met and peed with Marsha Mason. She had been in some of my favorite movies like Goodbye Girl, Only When I Laugh,and Chapter Two. She had been married to the famous Neil Simon. I always thought that she was adorably cute, halfway between the girl next door and the ballsy pal/friend who instigated the next semi-illegal act.
And so, during the luncheon we became chatty. She talked about her younger years and she listened to my stories about the kids that had ruined my modeling career. (Wishful thinking)
Before too long, we were fast friends. And being that we were so insync, our bladders called out to us at the very same moment. So, we strolled to the lavatories, never at a loss for words. We became so cosmically aligned, that we began finishing each other's sentences. (I know it sounds like I'm embellishing a wee bit, but what if I am, please let me have this memory)
Anyhow, when we got to the bathrooms, there was an extremely long line for the ladies room. We were waiting, like everyone else for what seemed like an eternity. Then Marsha came up with a plan. She said to just smile and walk and follow her lead. So I did.
Never before and never since has Eileen Burke set foot into a men's room. It was awesome!
I'm sure when Marsha looks back on her life, she often reflects on the fun times had in the men's room with that cute blonde from that political function in North Jersey. And she wonders where I am.
