Joan Rivers

When a prince, a prime minister, and a president, all stop for a moment in their busy lives to tell the world that they are saddened by your death, you know, pretty well, that you made an impression on the world.

 

Joan Rivers, you were one of the great ones. Fearless, original and fucken funny.

I woke up to the news of Joan Rivers dying, first thing on morning radio. I had been expecting she would. It is very sad news. She was amazing. A comic legend. I feel kind of heart broken, as ridiculous as that is to say.

LouLou hadn’t called as she said she would. So, I called her. She was on the phone. She’d get back to me, she replied to my text. She called not long after. She said that the function she was coming down for wasn’t on until this time in October. She said she was looking forward to coming and staying, so she decided that she would come and stay anyway.

Did she need to get pot on her way down?

“Yes, you do.”

“Okay cool. I’ll call and I’ll go on my way down.”

“Do you know the way?” He asks nervously to Miss No Sense of Direction. 

“Not really, but I figure if the worst comes to worst, I’ll just come to your place in the afternoon and we can drive out together.”

“Okay, but if Guido is in Collingwood today, I can get it on my way home.”

She texts a little later to say she had it all organised. And that Guido was in Collingwood.

I called Guido, he didn’t answer. He called me back. He was at home. He had a day off. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll see LouLou tomorrow.”

Not in Collingwood today. 

Then during the afternoon mulling it over, Little Miss No Sense of (fucking) Direction, will stuff it up, she’ll end up in Whittlesea and decide not to come at all. She’ll arrive at midnight having got lost, wanting to head out to Guido’s there and then.

Sam was cross when I told him about the ensuing pot drama. I told him to lighten up.

“I might go tonight,” I said.

“Really, CF?” he replied.

Sam and I drove out in the evening to the edge of town.  Sam even had to pay for one bag, because LouLou wanted a bag to take home.

He’s a good boyfriend, buying the extra pot even when he doesn’t want any bought at all.

We went to Woollies on the way home. I still like shopping with him. I still like being just with him the best. 

We ate steak for dinner.

I wrote a summary of what had happened for the last 20 years (long lost recently re-acquainted friend) Esther, because Mark thought I’d be good at it. I emailed it to Mark before I went to bed.

We went to bed at 11.11pm. Sam fiddled around with the bed side music, gentle ambient music is the music of choice but he couldn’t get it to work. When he slid under the doona, finally stopping, his arm was freezing. His hand was ice in mine.