Tuesday, June 17, 2008
This Just in: Czar of Fun to Wed
The picture above displays the core Driving Miss Craisy members minus a couple of women and our two brave men. Today’s featured member (Volunteer of the Week!) is Lisa.
Lisa is the Czar of Fun. Her fertile mind is always dreaming up little “mystery trips” as she calls them to places like Little Kabul in Fremont or hot air ballooning or the like. Lisa is getting married this summer and if it were anyone else I’d be worry about her Czar of Fun status being compromised. So many couples become partners in the business of home-making and forget about the fun they had courting. I’m happy to say that was not one of the problems in my marriage but I see it happen to people and it’s subtle and gradual. Lisa and Alan won’t fall into this trap. They are on a delightful adventure together.
Here’s a sample of the ways Lisa earns her way in the world: stilt-walker, balloon animal making clown, giant dancing cookie, movement teacher, face painter, acting teacher, painter of sculpture guitars, horse rider, elf, improvisor, writer…the list goes on. She is multi-talented, super driven and outlandishly original. Lisa once read that Orson Wells liked a particular brand of cigar from Amsterdam. When she was there, she picked up a box and carried them around in her car in LA thinking to give them to the great director one day. Well one day came when she was doing an event dressed as an elf ( she’s short so it’s plausible that she could actually be an elf though pixie fits better). The party was across from Wells’ apartment so afterwards she showed up at his door and presented him with the cigars…dressed as an elf. Wells died not long after and I imagine him in his boozy decline, reeling to the door only to be met by and elf bearing a box of his favorite cigars. I imagine him waking up in the morning marveling at his crazy dream then spying the cigars on the coffee table. I do believe in fairies. I do.
I remember crashing at Lisa’s house once and she put a mint on the pillow. I hit my head getting into her car ( my coordination is not so great now) so she gave me a “special kid” helmet to wear. She is the queen or whimsy, the Duke of Daring, the Sultan of Silliness.
She is also a hell of a chauffer, organizer of bodywork, maker of practical gadgets, duct-taper of boobs for strapless dresses, transporter of wheelchairs, purchaser of soy chai lattes and dispenser of love. Hardly a day goes by when Lisa doesn’t call with a perky “just a check-in call, no need to call back.” Hardly a favor have I asked that she hasn’t said “yes” before I could finish my request. She almost single-handedly made it possible for me to direct my final show. Without her it wouldn’t have happened.
So when she overestimates my energy or bravery (“Carla, is it okay if we pick you up and put you on the top of the car for a photo?” “No, Lisa.”) I adore her all the more because it’s her relentless optimism and her fervent hope that somehow this is all a bad dream and I’ll return to robust ( though not as robust as Lisa) Carla that keeps that brilliant mind churning with ideas of how to make my last years a magical mystery trip.
Now, don’t you wish you were marrying her?
In other news, my lithium levels are low. I take this as a good sign. Maybe when they get to where they’re supposed to be I’ll notice a “not change.” That would be really nice. Last night my son ( who is reading…for fun… a book on Tort Law) and I took the bus out to dinner and to see Kung Fu Panda. I was so happy to be doing something silly with him. The wheelchair/bus maneuvering is getting easier and easier. Once I get my permanent chair I’ll be able to go out on my own on the bus and give Driving Miss Craisy a well-deserved break.