Day 16 of Nanowrimo (challenge: use “”We began the day in the sunflower room”):<\/p>\n
Jocelyn, though, was always temperamental. Hers was a life filled with daily dramas. She\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d storm in and flounce upon the couch, regaling me with stories from school in which she was always the wronged heroine. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure her traumas were real, but they were always out of proportion to the actual mishaps. I remember the tale of one disastrous slumber party her junior year of high school for which I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure I never got the true story. I was home during my freshman year at Tulane, and the two of us were sitting at Wolfie\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s at 21st and Collins at a table in the back at 2 a.m. I was gnawing on an oversized pickle and picking at a pepper. <\/p>\n
We had just left Heather Cohen\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Hanukkah party and I was getting the story of why she and Jon Blisker weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t on speaking terms anymore.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So Jennifer Pollock had her annual start of school slumber party. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know why I even went\u00e2\u20ac\u201dit\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been lame for years. Her mother treats us like we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re still at North Beach Elementary. You know, we began the day with chocolate chip cookies in the sunflower room.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
I waved my pickle in a bad Groucho imitation and attempted to mimic his voice as I said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153They got a sunflower room? Do you like sunflowers?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Jocelyn looked at me like I was crazy. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What are you doing?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
I shook my pickle up and down. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re supposed to say \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI adore them. How did you know\u00e2\u20ac\u2122? Although it was supposed to be a gardenia.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What are you talking you about?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Jocelyn looked exasperated. I had just completed an elective in Jewish American Humor in Film and for it had written a paper entitled To Jew or Not to Jew: Comedy of the Marx Brothers<\/span>. Got an A minus on it. I was pretty pleased and that was the point I began to complete an actual career in filmmaking.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s from A Day at the Races<\/span>. You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re supposed to say, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI adore them. How did you know?\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 and I\u00e2\u20ac\u201das Dr. Hackenbush\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwould reply \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI didn’t, so I got you forget-me-nots. One whiff of this and you’ll forget everything.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n Jocelyn stared at me for about five beats before saying, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Am I telling a story here or not?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, yes,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I said contrite, taking a bite of my pickle to show I had been sufficiently chastened. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You were in the sunflower room. What is up with that? A grown woman with a sunflower room?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mrs. Pollock names all of her rooms based on the motif in which she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s decorated them. She thinks it sounds more sophisticated to say \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcthe sunflower room\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 as opposed to the sun room. The living room is the beach room. The dining room is the Provence room and the eat-in part of the kitchen is the Tuscany room.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh dear God,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I said.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Day 16 of Nanowrimo (challenge: use “”We began the day in the sunflower room”): Jocelyn, though, was always temperamental. Hers was a life filled with daily dramas. She\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d storm in and flounce upon the couch, regaling me with stories from school in which she was always the wronged heroine. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure her traumas were real, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[50],"class_list":["post-355","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-nanowrimo"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/355","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=355"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/355\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=355"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=355"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=355"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}