Up & Out - Ariella Papa [127]
Kathy said, “Oh, boy, we’ve got to get you some new ‘hot for teacher’ glasses.”
Lauryn clapped and asked, “Did somebody say summer vacation—forever?”
Beth smiled and said, “I could see that, but you are going to have to get up really early.”
I find out if I get through the first round of applications next month, then I have to come up with a lesson plan. I think I will focus on world history through foods of the world. I’m hoping I can bribe the judges with snacks.
I won’t find out if I make the final cut until April and then my whole summer will be spent in teacher training for next September. That’s less than a year away. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself. In the meantime, my cooking show, Brooke Cooks(!), got picked up and I decided to executive-produce it with Don. I’ve never done live action before so I’m glad that Don is still around to help. We are casting next week and I’m going to choose the most positive girls out there, no matter what they look like.
I told Don that if I got picked to become a teacher he was on his own for producing season two if it got that far, but I would still write it for as long as he wanted me to. He said as long as I covered for his wedding (in June, to Programming Sarah) he accepted my terms.
I think my ass looks fat in the video, and I keep pointing it out. Beth thinks she looks four months pregnant in her bridesmaid dress and we all kind of glance at Kathy to see how she reacts, but she doesn’t. I suspect she’s waiting until the first trimester is over to tell us.
The cameraman focuses on Nanny Nancy and Tommy ballroom dancing. Since then she’s convinced him to take lessons, but even at the early stage I have to admit they make a nice pair.
“Do you want me to fast-forward?” Kathy asks, like she has the past two times.
“No, I wanna get a look at Fred and Ginger,” Lauryn says.
“You’re so much prettier than she is,” Beth says.
“Yeah, she could do more with her hair,” Kathy says.
“I’m surprised she can even walk in those heels,” Lauryn says.
These girls aren’t catty. And I’m being really adult about the whole Tommy thing—for real this time, no attempt at a ratings-grabbing reunion—but I still like hearing it. I liked hearing it the day of Kathy’s wedding when I was wearing an ugly red dress and the straps broke, after I tossed the Santa jacket. I had to hunt for a safety pin and looked lopsided and Nanny Nancy (okay, just Nancy) looked hot in a tight DKNY dress.
I may be an adult, but I’m not that adult.
Although I think the videographer could learn a thing or two about how to frame a shot, the wedding video isn’t bad. I’ve thought about talking to Kathy about the production quality, but she doesn’t want to hear it, I’m sure. I like watching this video because the day went so fast. In my mind I only have snippets, pictures out in the cold, how bad Kathy’s voice shook when she said her vows, taking my millions of hairpins out at the end of the night and, of course, all of the food.
The video reminds me of everything else. My favorite part is on right now. I look over to see if Lauryn is enjoying it as much as I am. She is. She winks at me and Beth pours us more wine.
All of us together in a circle dancing to a Nina Simone song. There is Beth pinning up Kathy’s bustle when someone steps on it.
“God, we’re white girls,” Lauryn says, and she’s right. We look like assholes, but we didn’t care then and I don’t care now.
“The camera is definitely adding ten pounds to you, Re,” Lauryn says, and I swat her.
“And it’s all in her ass,” Beth hoots.
“Shut up, mommy-to-be,” I say to Beth.
“It was all that fucking pasta at the cocktail hour.”
My cell phone rings. I know it’s Ben calling to tell me what time he’s getting off work. I decide not to answer it. I think they are waiting to see if I will. I’ll check it on the train back to Grand Central. We still don’t live together (I’m still rooming with Tommy), although Ben has the key. I’m looking forward