Sometimes though, the best stories about me are told by other people. I’m doing a share on Fire Island this summer. I’ve only been once before, when I went for a weekend to stay with my friend John. This summer, I’m getting a house with him and some of his friends. Last week, the 7 house-mates to be all met at G for cocktails and introductions. As the night went on, and John drank more, he began making predictions about our upcoming summer. He soon got to predictions about me.
“I will not!” I defended myself, not wanting to make a bad impression on my new friends. “Why would you say that?”
“I wasn’t ‘storming’,” I muttered.
“I don’t talk like that,” I scolded.
I glared. I do say oy a lot.
The house-mates all looked at me.
They all burst out laughing. John shook his head. “All KINDS of trouble.”