The best way to deal with loneliness is to have your sisters come in for Memorial Day weekend. Have them arrive in late afternoon. You've taken the day off, waved goodbye exuberantly at 8 a.m. before you have had any coffee.
You go back in the house, pour a cup of coffee for yourself and sit at the kitchen table staring ahead of you at nothing while you sip said coffee. Later you will notice that you burned your tongue but you don't remember feeling that.
Spend the rest of the day cleaning your house and grocery shopping for that pumpernickel bread that one sister likes and the salt and vinegar potato chips that the other one enjoys. They can't get this in small town Iowa. Come home, unload the groceries and gussy up the house a little bit. Take the dog to the groomers so that he smells nice.
Watch Ellen because the Idols are on and also because you're never home to see the show and have never watched it. Think to yourself that it is an okay show, but nothing all that special. Lee DeWyze is really hot in the geek boy way, though. Think about how at the beginning of the finale of American Idol, he had on this weird red jacket that made him look like a Gryffindor on his way to potions class.
See your sister's car pull up into the driveway. Go out and jump into your sister's arms. All three of them. One of the sisters is staying with you and the other is staying with your other sister who lives here in town.
Sit and talk. When a sister asks if you are missing Bing and Liv, just casually shrug and say everything is fine. No worries. The summer will be over before you know it.
Say the words but don't believe them. Check you watch and wonder what state Liv is in now. Wonder if you remembered to remind Tinton that she is allergic to strawberries. Text him quickly. He'll answer with a thumbs up icon.
Go into the bathroom with your sister and have her do your makeup because you are all going out to that Japanese dinner place tonight where the chefs prepare your meal at the table and you get to catch shrimp that are thrown into your mouth. Think about how much Liv loves this place because she is a good shrimp catcher.
Don't share this memory with your sister, because you are this close to bawling.
Instead, the two of you will talk about how you suck so much at doing at your own hair that she had to style it for your senior prom. Remember? Look in the mirror when she is done. She will stand behind you and tell you that you look exactly like Holly Hunter in that old movie, Home For The Holidays.
Smile because she is such a liar.
Think that you look more like a woman whose hair is finally growing back but who looks sort of slutty in black eyeliner.
And that frosty lipstick makes your skin look sort of yellow. You need something with some red in it. Don't say this. Just look sallow. Your sister thinks you look good. And who cares what you look like...
Admire the sweater that your sister brought with her in her suitcase. Let her talk you into wearing it to dinner because it really does look better on your than her.
Have a good Japanese dinner. Flirt outrageously with the chef with the big blue hat. He will reward you by expertly shooting shrimp across the grill into your mouth three times. You will catch all three shrimp. Have an apple martini and then drink the rest of your sister's strawberry margarita because she is full and you are not.
On the drive over to your other sister's house after dinner, note that you are definitely feeling a buzz. Briefly think about how Bing would scold you for this since you are taking painkillers still. Stop thinking about this.
Go over to your sisters and sit around drinking white russians with them while you all chatter loudly about old prom dresses, old boyfriends and that weird neighbor that used to live on the adjoining farm when we were growing up. How he used to catch caterpillars and then put them into a match box and set it on fire.
That turd ass. Your sister tells you that he died several years ago and tell her that you hope that he died in a fire. You are all rather tipsy now and laugh so hard at this that one of you spills her drink. Not you, but it could have been.
Drink three white russians. You will all talk about how the oldest Patrice, has never done any drugs. Tell her that she needs to smoke a fat one before she dies. She will say that she lives with a fat one twenty four seven. This will all seem incredibly clever and droll to you all and everyone will roar with laughter.
Decide that you need to get home. Tomorrow is another full day of getting a sister family photo taken, having lunch together, going gambling at the casinos across the state line, going to mass and then to a play together. A full day ahead.
Make your sister drive home because you are drunk and she had two drinks tonight compared to your...
Get home and take two thin mint girl scout cookies out of the box and share one with your sister. Take showers and give each other a big kiss and hug goodnight.
When your sister toddles off to bed, go to check your e-mail and decide to blog drunk because you have never done that before. It isn't nearly as hard as you thought it would be.
Start writing. Stop writing while you wonder how things are going with Bing and Liv.
Heave a big sigh. Blink back a few tears. Finish the blog.
Say goodnight, Gracie.