The Acting Project

My Good Friends Ben&Jerry

Charlie Colper is on the right.

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My Good Friends, Ben&Jerry

"Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream." - Charles Baxter

For the next week I stayed home. I watched Singing in the Rain, Funny Girl, Les Miserables, and Rent. Over and over again, until I finally wore out the DVDs. And I was eating a thing of PB and rocky road ice cream. It was a long week.

"Oh, this is freakin insane! You have been sitting here for a week confused and upset," Camille says pulling my body up off the couch, "No, more musicals for you today!" She turns off the TV and tries to pick me up over her shoulder.

I roll off onto the floor. I let out a long and loud moan. I just stretch my arms and legs on the carpet.

"Oh My God! This place is a pig sty!" Brian says trying not to step on anything. He tip-toes around objects like the priss he is.

"If you're not gonna help me then leave, Brian!" Camille yells as she throws a pillow at him.

"Fine, I will help. Just don't yell at me." he says picking up the pillow.

"So are you going or not? You have to decide, like here really soon." She says.

"Am I going where?" I say finishing off a carton or ice cream. I mumble with the spoon in my mouth.

"To Paris, you blonde!" Brian rolls his eyes and walks over to me.

"Oh. I don't know. Everything I know is here." I say. I sit back on the couch and cuddle in my blanket more.

"Are you really that stupid? You could be in Paris. FRANCE and you choose this crappy apartment?" Brian scoffs as he takes a lint roller to his jacket, again.

"Hey!" Camille yells at Brian for his remark on the apartment but she composes herself. "But he is right. I can't believe you choose here over there."

"What about Charlie?" I say. I throw away the cartoon and grab another from the freezer.

"Really have you never heard of Skype or maybe writing a letter?" Camille asks as she is pulling her jacket out of the closet. "We are going to see Charlie's gig tonight. Will you please come? It might clear your head of things." She smiles.

"Why not, you took away my movies. Give me a second." I say as I sulk off to my room.

"Wear something sexy," Brian says from the other room. "And heels."

I over hear Brian whispering to Camille, "Heavens, if she doesn't go. I will take her place. Europe has some fine men." Five minutes later I come out in a red, lace dress. Also some black pumps are every girl's essentials.

"Dang Girl! You look better then me." Brian says. As the Holy Mean Girls movie says, he is almost too gay to function.

"Girl, you look hot!" Camille exclaims, putting her sweater on.

"Thanks you two look great as well." I say and I walk over to my crazy friends.

Emphases on the crazy.

"Ok let's go so we can get good seats." Camille says, locking the door behind her.

We take a taxi through Times Square. The sun starts to set where the sun looks golden. I love this city, next to my hometown. This is the second best there is. And also this is the only other place I've lived. So this is the 2nd place I've lived and they expect me to go to Paris. They are insane! I can barely ride the subway without freaking out and they expect me to live in Europe.