Anxious much

Posted: August 14, 2015 in Uncategorized

HEY EVERYBODY! Has anyone seen the show two broke girls? My girlfriend and I have been binge watching the show lately. Kayt Dennings is hilarious. There is this character on the show named Sophie. Every time Sophie walks into the diner she yells out “HEY EVERYBODY, IT’S ME SOPHIE!”

I am here, a little late but here. I mean it’s a Friday you know so I say it is ok to be late on a Friday right? Any ways I just finished chapter 9. Go ahead, read it and weep no it is not sad. Seriously though read it comment let me know what you think. Every opinion matters. Happy Friday I hope you enjoy Chapter 9 I am calling it Anxious much



Chapter 9

Jim got to 91 Public Square in downtown Cleveland early. He didn’t have to cut the grass this morning he had taken care of all the landscaping needs for the week yesterday, but he did need to let the event people into the sanctuary of the Old Stone Church and he wanted to take a look at the restrooms in the churches basement. He stood on the steps of the Old Stone Church and took in a deep cleansing breath of downtown Cleveland, it was early in the morning and the city was just now waking up. Jim loved working here, from this position he could see the three major buildings that made up most of the skyline of Cleveland Ohio. When he looked to his left he saw Key tower, directly in front of him just past the park there was the Terminal Tower and just to the left of the Terminal Tower he could see the BP building at lest that was the name he knew the building as technically the building was called 200 Public Square, it’s address. The building all 45 stories if Jim had about 150 million dollars he could name the building whatever he wanted. The investment would be a good one too, the building was full of basically long term tenants who paid their bills on time. The largest tenant put their name on the building, Huntington Bank but the building was officially named its address ad would stay that way until someone purchased it, no matter what happened to the building, for Jim Mackenzie the building would always be known as the BP Building. Jim had never been inside the BP building. When he was a kid he had been on a tour with his folks to the top of the Terminal Tower. The tour was a blast, from the observation deck of the tower 12 year old Jim looked down at the ant like people and matchbox cars. When Rhonda was 10 years old for her birthday Jim took her to the tower and she had the same Terminal Tower experience. That was 12 years ago. Rhonda was teaching now in Fort Lauderdale, every other weekend he would speak to his only child and let her know why he wasn’t ready to move to Florida and retire again. He retired from banking 6 years ago and worked for Reverend Martha ever since his retirement. Martha was good to the Mackenzie family, she was there for them when Rhondas mom was diagnosed with cancer and passed away. Rhonda would joke about aunt Martha being like her aunt/mother. Jim loved working for the Old Stone church he was the maintenance, landscaping and tour guide. He unlocked the over sized wooden door to the Old Stone Church and his timing could not have been better, at that exact moment the white vans from the event planning committee were pulling up on the street in front of the church across the street from the park. They were offloading chairs tables and decorations. They lived and worked in the city and they knew better than to park on the street and get a ticket. Today was going to be a busy day at the Old Stone church for, it was the wedding day of Victoria Smart and Curt Anderson at least that is what the sign one of the event planning people said that she was placing in the front yard of the church. Jim took one more deep breath and headed to greet the event planning people at the curb.

Victoria had a headache from hell! Why, did she let Kim take her and the bridal party out drinking all night? Oh yeah that’s right, because she was getting married in like 5 hours and she wanted to have a little fun before she and Curt retreated to the suburbs bought a minivan, a mcmansion had 2.5 kids ad lived for the next 45 years in a “Stepfordesque” fugue state. Ok, she was really over thinking this wedding thing she had to take a deep breath and focus. She loved Curt he loved her, their lives weren’t over and they weren’t “just beginning” they were just getting married. People got married every day she was really stressed. The cell phone in her purse went off it vibrated and played the Miranda Lambert song “Drinking and Smoking.” She really liked that song, it was so calm and cool, that was how she needed to be now, she continued to tell herself this, “stay calm stay cool, do not become bridezilla.” She answered the call, ending the awesome song. The voice on the other end let her know that the event planning committee was setting up the church, this was good it meant she was on schedule. The event planning committee was at the church, all of the bridal party was with her at the hotel in her room getting their hair done and looking over their dresses and giggling, all except for Angela. Where the hell was her twin sister. She didn’t remember seeing her come back to the hotel last night. Well she was really close to not loosing it but now she lost her twin sister this was bad really really bad. Who would know where Angela was. Victoria scanned the room, the first person she recognized, most likely because of how loud she was being was Kim, no way Kim would know where her sister was. Kim and her sister hated each other. Maybe, Cynthia would know where Angela was. “Cynthia, where is my sister, she needs to get her hair done and her nails, makeup.. there is the dress and flowers..” “Victoria,don’t worry she is on her way here. I called her just a few minutes ago. She is in an Uber on her way here.” Cynthia was worried to she had called her just a few minutes ago and Angela did say she was on her way there in an Uber but, Angela never came home last night and Angela’s phone died before she could ask her about last night. She couldn’t let Victoria worry about that though, today was Victorias special day and she loved Victoria and didn’t want anything to ruin it. “Well, I tried calling her and it went straight to voice mail.” Victoria was a sight to see, if Victoria wasn’t so stressed Cynthia may have laughed about her. Phone clenched in her right fist while her left hands index finger was pointing at the phone, hair in curlers and a girl following her with a makeup brush and palette in her hands.  “Yeah she siad her phone was dying when I talked with her it probably died. Listen Victoria, Angela will be here. This is you and Curts day. More you than him. Try to stay calm and enjoy this day. You deserve it! As soon as Angela gets here I will make sure that she gets a shower and her makeup and hair down ok?” Angela said she was ok and walked back to the chair she was sitting in before her mini breakdown happened.

Angela thanked the Uber driver as he pulled up to the Radison in downtown Cleveland. She loved Uber, she didn’t have to give the driver any money or a tip. She just had to say thanks and walk out of the car. She was starting to feel a little stressed she was running late and her phone died . As she walked into the hotel she wondered what was serving her more, the phone dying or her running late. It was an interesting thought, she was old enough to remember a time when she, or everyone else, for that matter didn’t have a cell phone. The worry concerning her phones battery status was strange. It was almost like she needed to be connected at all times. What was that all about? Her philosophical queries about new technology and determents to her psyche would need to be addressed later she now stood in the hall way of the hotel in front of her sisters room she had to find the key and get ready for the wedding.

As soon as she got in the room Angela’s senses were bombarded by the scents of perfume, body spray and makeup. She fought back the immediate gag reflex. All the liquor she drank last night almost came back up. Good thing she didn’t if she had Cynthia would have been covered in nastiness. “Thank God you are here, I just got down talking your sister off the ledge. Let me go let her know that your ok and here. You stay right here and when I get back I want all the details from last night.” Cynthia hugged Angela before she made her way to the back of the hotel room.  Angela was grateful for Cynthia, she was a really good friend level headed and kind. “Yes mom I will stay here and go nowhere else.”

Technically Angela lied, she went and sat down next to an outlet a few feet from the hotel room door. The outlet looked like an octopus spaghetti mess. Coming out of the outlet was a suurge suppressor, from that there where, by Angelas count eight Iphones, all pink by the way, being charged. Angela scaned all the Iphone screens and saw that one of the phones was at 98  %. She took the cord out of the nearly charged Iphone and plugged in her dead one. Cynthia was making her way back to Angela. “So let’s hear it does he have a big apartment.” Cynthia had used air quotes when she said the word apartment. She smiled and began to dish the dirt of last nights happenings or not happenings as the two walked toward a young lady with a curling iron in her hand.

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