A Call From Down South…Way Down
I was lying in bed in my hotel room at about 12:20 in the night, lights off, thinking about my life and some various goings-on, and work and blah blah blah, and I was feeling kind of bummed out. I’ve really missed my friends lately, and work has been outrageously stressful, and I have been boozing too much and not really taking care of myself, so I basically just felt like hell, all-around. When that happens at night, I end up sort of trapped in my own head, looping a bunch of negative thoughts and replaying the things I’d rather not worry about. It isn’t how I want to spend my “relaxation time.”
Plus, my damn sheets are all messed up.
So, I was having a stupid night, and then my phone rang.
The first thing that I thought was, “Oh shit…Clay got murdered in Laredo.” I mean, when the phone rings at 12:30 at night, unexpectedly, it’s rarely good news, right? The number was totally unrecognized (area code 702), so I answered it and said hello, and a female voice giggled and said, “Coots? Do you know who this is?”
And I said, “KIRA???”
Kira Morris, good friend and exceptional snuggler, called me from Antarctica.
Kira currently works for the U.S. government, and last week shipped out from Colorado, and after a brief swing through New Zealand, arrived at McMurdo Station in Antarctica. In the brief time between her return from Europe and her trip down waaaay south, Kira and I hung out a bit in Texas, and after I came back to Arizona, we talked on the phone a little bit, and last week, before she got on her plane bound for NZ, she gave me one last phone call to say goodbye, and I thought I wouldn’t hear from her again for several months.
BUT NO!!!
Kira is a considerate, caring, nurturing person (baha) and was thoughtful and gracious enough to pick up the phone IN ANTARCTICA and call me. She said, “my friend found out a way to make calls back to the States FOR FREE!!! I called my mom first, but she didn’t answer, so I called you because I knew you’d pick up!!!”
And damn right, I answer my phone. Good thing too, because I don’t get calls from Antarctica very often. My words were:
“I don’t, uh…don’t think…yeah…pretty sure I’ve never gotten a call from Antarctica before.”
So, all bullshit aside, Kira…thanks.
That call was more than fun and sweet for me…it brightened a pretty dark night.
For more on Kira, vist her extremely Coots-inspired wordpress blog: MYNAMEISKIRA
When I first found out several months ago that she’d be going to Antarctica, i told Kira, “You DO realize there’s a fantastic chance you’ll be the hottest female on the continent, right? Pretty big honor. I mean…i guess only like, what? Six other girls can say that?”
Old-fashioned, hand-crafted comedy right there.
You guys DO realize that polar bears are only found in the Northern hemisphere, right? So all those Coca-Cola commercials where Penguins and Bears share cokes? Those are bullshit. For a lot of reasons.
Could you imagine zoo keepers keeping penguins and bears together in the same exhibit? And just pouring coke into their water bowls?
That’d be one helluva sugar-fueled bloodbath.
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