Sunday, April 24, 2011

V Day



Friday night was all vagina. It was really the theme of the day. My homegirls (except Bindy who was there in spirit) were in Sac to see our friend Amy perform in The Vagina Monologues.


I am So. Proud. Of. Her. Not only did Amy try out for the play with her friend on a whim. Not only was she the most nervous I have EVER seen her that day - 99.9% of the time, she’s the least nervous person in the room, so I wasn’t hating seeing her sweat. Not only did she nail her performance, the other reason I’m proud is the girl is on a roll. She was listed One of the Most Influential People in California by Capitol Weekly as one of the top voices of pension and retirement funds.



Amy couldn’t really focus on us when we arrived on Friday. Half her mind was going over and over "Hair," her monologue. You could tell because she was muttering to herself and her eyes were unfocused as she heated up our lunch. I asked if she was going to pick hair from her teeth. She loved the idea, because you can say a lot of things about Amy, but you have to admit she knows funny. She totally did it.



However, The Vagina Monologues isn’t all lightness and humor. It’s also very disturbing. This was the second time I’ve heard the rape monologue, and I literally started going into shock – sweat pouring, vision fuzzy, just trying to breathe. By the end of the play, I was worked. Part of what I loved about the night is I was there with my sister friends, and part of what I found exhausting was the knowledge of our shared history listening to the shared history of other women. Heavy.



But thankfully, late night was when things got funny. It was just us ladies. We laughed and laughed and laughed. Then, we felt bad that we were leaving out Bindy. So what if it’s after midnight and Bindy likes to go to bed at 9? She’d want us to call her! Bindy didn’t pick up her cell, so we generously called the house phone, we being Tabitha, Amy, Corina, and I. Tabitha held up her cell on speaker, and just as Quinn walked back in the room, Bindy’s tired and understandably annoyed husband answered, making the four of us dissolve into speechless giggles.



Quinn, kind of the girl scout of the group, first asked if we had called Bindy’s dad, leaving us gasping for air. Quinn earnestly focused in on the unhappy voice coming out of Tabitha’s phone and broke out a speech Obama would envy. I wish I could listen to it one more time. The line that stood out for me was, “I would like to apologize on behalf of the family.” I’m still not sure if she meant the family of sorry-ass friends that just woke him up or Bindy’s actual family, sleeping innocently.



I don’t mean to gloss over the suffering, beauty, and truth the Vagina Monologues embody. I have deep respect for Eve Ensler’s writing and the people who perform that play. It’s just a lot to take in (shut up, Amy).


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