Snapshots from Green Victoria (tedwords) wrote,
Snapshots from Green Victoria


At the memorial service, during the luncheon testimonials. My sister Laurie is in the middle of talking about what Nana Hall meant to her, when suddenly I receive a text message from my choreographer Judee about the play. We had a pain in the ass drop out, and had tried one more thing to try and get to him stay, because he really was the best dancer. Her text message: "Didn't work."

I had forgotten to put my phone on buzzer, so the sound of the message echoes through the hall. I look around, embarrassed.

I start to text her back, "Was he mean?"

In the middle of texting, though, my phone dies. Just goes completely dead. I try to turn it back on, but it won't.

A few hours later, after the service, I try again. It turns right on, with two bars of electrical juice still left.

I swear, it was Nana Hall trying to tell me not to fuck around with her memorial service. Even in death, she's still got an iron fist!
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