{"id":759,"date":"2007-03-27T22:01:02","date_gmt":"2007-03-28T06:01:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=759"},"modified":"2007-03-27T22:01:02","modified_gmt":"2007-03-28T06:01:02","slug":"everybody-plays-the-fool","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2007\/03\/27\/everybody-plays-the-fool\/","title":{"rendered":"everybody plays the fool"},"content":{"rendered":"

My alarm went off at 6:45am Sunday morning, giving me just enough time to brush my teeth, splash water on my face, throw some clothes on and pull my hair back into a ponytail. I woke Rama up 5, and again 10, minutes later. We had an event<\/a> to attend.<\/p>\n

The good thing about getting up and on the freeway so early on a Sunday is that there’s no traffic. I blasted the iPod, singing along to Beth Orton, and before we knew it we were there. Easy, right? Wrong. I called Sidra to find out where we had to meet. “You’re here already?” she asked. “Yup,” I said, proudly.<\/p>\n

It turned out we were early. Two hours early. “Shut up,” I said. “Really?”<\/em><\/p>\n

My heart sank. I felt like a fool for getting the time so clearly wrong. I felt guilty that I dragged us out of bed so early on a Sunday morning for no good reason. Mostly, though, I felt lost because here we were, in a town I only knew for its outlet shopping and airport, at 8 in the morning, with time to kill and no clue how to kill it.<\/p>\n

After driving around for several minutes, we found an iHop where we decided to camp out, because, well, why not? I figured I could use a cup of coffee and I wasn’t about to say “no” to pancakes and bacon either. As we settled into the booth toward the back of the restaurant, a song came on the radio. “Do you hear that?” Rama asked.<\/p>\n

I shook my head.<\/p>\n

“Listen,” he told me.<\/p>\n

“Everybody plays the fool…” sang Aaron Neville. What could we do but laugh?<\/p>\n

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As you can see, one minute is just enough time to make drawings that sometimes sort of look like the subject. Imagine what I could do with two minutes…
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<\/center>We drew one-minute portraits of each other between bites of pancakes and sips of coffee, talking, laughing and enjoying the unexpected and precious gift of time. I had so much fun, and I realized I couldn’t have planned it better myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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