Introducing The Three
I’ve been observing this one, we’ll call BJ, for a while now.
She’s always meets up with her friends here on Wednesday nights, and I haven’t missed a performance in weeks.
She’s in her mid-thirties, tall, about 150 pounds with dark brown eyes and a nose with a bit of a hook to it.
Her hair color changes frequently; tonight she is a dirty blonde of sorts. Her friends say a nose job would make her more than just okay – they’re right too.
I call the this catty trio ‘The Three.’ BJ’s two ‘bffs’ are a little younger than her. The Red Head is ‘Nails, as in dragged across a blackboard. She should do voices in cartoons; she’d make a fortune.
The brunette Miss Hopeful is actually quite pretty, but refuses all potential suitors. Why? Well, she’s got feelings for Eurotrash guy who doesn’t have them back. They’ve been best friends since she got him a job at the company she’s worked at for five years. Being best friends means she is available whenever there’s no one else. He actually doesn’t date women – or men. BJ and Nails often wonder if he is latent homosexual or asexual when Miss Hopeful is not around.
Tonight BJ is early. The laptop covered with cartoon stickers is open. I know she’s on a social networking site, even though I can’t see the screen. Our BJ is cyberstalking a might have been rock star who we’ll call Evan La Fontaine. Evan is in his late thirties, and works by day at an Internet Cafe in the Astoria Queens neighborhood where BJ resides. She’s his friend on all the networks, so she can go through all his female friend’s profiles.
By night Evan appears at whatever dirty rock bar will have him. He has a bit of a look and voice, but not enough to take him anywhere big.
Hmmmm…looks like the other two are going to be late.
Let me get a few e-mails done before the curtain goes up.