“I am thin. Like a piece of string.”<\/p>\n
Chris would say the words and I’d nod like a madwoman and look at others to agree. Sometimes they would – because she was smart and hot and the homecoming queen. Sometimes they’d just shake their heads and not understand.<\/p>\n
We wrote SNL skits in our spare time. Chris and I. It was better than boys and we liked to laugh. I did a one legged, blind ballerina. Chris did The String Chick<\/em>. It was her Spartan Cheerleader. Her Mary Katherine Gallagher. Her Night at the Roxbury.<\/p>\n I had no props. Chris had one. An old shoe lace. She’d hold it vertical in front of her. Pull the ends tight. And tuck herself in behind it. *Hidden* “I am thin. Like a piece of string. Watch me disappear.” She’d strike a pose and say “Oh yeah!”<\/p>\n One day a befuddled cheerleader called her on it: “Crystal. I can see you. People are just saying they can’t to be nice.”<\/p>\n Chris peeked out from behind the shoe lace. Slow. Deliberate. Dazed. She looked at me and I looked back. We knew what she had to do.<\/p>\n She carried that shoe lace for years. Whenever she was around boring<\/em> or annoying<\/em>, or when she just felt like disappearing because she couldn’t be bothered being there<\/em>…she’d whip out the lace, hold it in front of her, and hide behind it. <\/p>\n “I am thin. Like a piece of string.” <\/p>\n She’d smile and she’d disappear.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “I am thin. Like a piece of string.” Chris would say the words and I’d nod like a madwoman and look at others to agree. Sometimes they would – because she was smart and hot and the homecoming queen. Sometimes they’d just shake their heads and not understand. We wrote SNL skits in our spare<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-189","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hum-drum"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/189","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=189"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/189\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}