my dad told me once that air conditioning is thought of as the most antisocial invention. and now, i couldn't agree more.
living in the fan, everyone has a porch. everyone. however, with the convenience of the a/c, people no longer need the porch. they are drawn to the indoors rather than spending countless hours on the front porch, drinking lemonade or something stronger, connecting with neighbors, taking in every part of their square of the world.
today, after giving my first ever official personalized tour of richmond (yes, of course, it was a success.) my tour victim left, and there was a brief moment of panic when i realized i had no one to keep me company for the next hour or so. proactively i grabbed my book (summer sisters, for the 3rd time. NBO) and headed to my porch.
not long after, someone came out of the pineapple door. which, by the way, finally disappeared last night, with no appropriate reaction as of yet.
the events that followed were a combination of wine, deviled eggs, a bit of cheese and lots of shared stories. and laughs. and plans to go out, this evening. as well as a book idea, co-authored by the three of us, in the works.
all of this brought by a pineapple.
<3.
actually, come to think of it, if the pineapple and my air conditioning were to fight, i'd argue the pineapple would be victorious. it's slowly reviving communities. it's all happening.
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Okay – so in our defense you did put the pineapple in front of the door where the definitively less cool and significantly less enjoyable neighbors reside, (we really like them, can you tell…) so we were a little thrown off as we thought it was meant for them. But that’s alright, we can forgive this naiveté once as you got it right the second time around.
Still, we had no idea what to make of a pineapple sitting on our porch until we finally decided to bring it in for a 2am snack after a night out, and discovered a note attached to it (we didn’t eat it at this point)... we were a little puzzled by the note. Not something you see every day.
Nevertheless, it now sits on our banister at the top of the stairs, as I’ve been informed that in some cultures having a bunch of those suckers out in full view is a sign of wealth or something… so now we’re really showing off our wealth… or something… so thanks neighbors! I must remind myself to get more pineapples…
And just so we’re on the same page, Ryan and I get a bigger share of the profits from The Traveling Pineapple, as we did come up with the stellar title…
…but we may settle for a comp’d tour of Richmond. We’ll have to consult our publicist.
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