Leap Year Madness
From: Hannah Arista
To: Elizabeth Graham
Monday, January 14, 2008
Clark Giordano sent me an email saying that you and Kendall might be interested in coming to Baltimore for the Leap Year Lindy Weekend we are having. He actually said that you might teach one day in exchange for taking Clark and Amy’s classes the other day. Do I have that right?
If so, then let’s do it! We arranged to have four 75-minute classes each day….
I’m including the list of classes that Clark and Amy are teaching. Thanks!
“What does he say?” Kendall asked as he drove me and Jake to the Monday night dance after the three of us had held a practice at Seaport. Will Dailey’s “Madness” was on the stereo.
If I fall asleep tonight, you could be in my dreams
Yeah, what I’m tryin’ to say is, will you sleep next to me?
Yeah, what I’m tryin’ to tell you is you should come over
‘Cause there’s a piano here, and I know you like to play till your fingers bleed.
Then I said, “Put it back. ‘If I fall asleep tonight’. I love that.”
He scrolled the song back. His new car, a small red Honda Fit, for which he’d traded his old Volkswagen and a few grand (the latter supplied by Debbie, I think) had an iPod jack, and now I could DJ anything when we were in the car together. Jake occupied the passenger’s seat this evening, though, so my musical desires had to be requested verbally.
“Now what does he say there?” I asked, as Kendall hooked the car around on Mass Ave toward Garden St.
“‘I’m holding on so carefully/ ‘Cause lust roots itself alone, at sea,’” Kendall sang.
“Hmm, okay,” I said uncertainly.
The next day, Tuesday, as I walked along snowy sidewalks beneath ice glazed trees, I texted Kendall: “‘Lust roots itself in lunacy.’”
“You’re right,” he responded. “awesome.”