My biggest regret is spending so much time regretting. Oh sure I can list oh so many cringeworthy moments. Mishaps with bodily functions. Bra straps showing. Green food in teeth. Colossal errors in people’s names, especially when in front of fifty people I’ve mixed up Mr. Chiang with Mr. Lee, or Ms. Gomez with Ms. Fuentes. All the times I didn’t listen – I thought he was joking when he said the price tag was showing on my hat that I went on to wear for months. All the times I was unintentionally cruel. Or cruel out of my own indecisiveness. All the times I was careless or lazy – why did I wreck that guy’s performance by not learning the words and harmony to the song we were singing together? All the times I laughed too loud and kept repeating the same lame remark. Or did I? Was I just carefree and fun? Oh, the rumination.
Zoomers Still not a date, seven months late Kaleidoscope. That’s what all those faces looked like on the gallery view of the Zoom call. All the different colors, all the faces moving, some people who rocked back and forth, some who looked up, some who looked down, some who looked all around, some who were still as mice, some who looked bored or drunk or zoned out. I pushed the button to see the next screen of the next twenty-six faces, and then one more screen after that. Seventy-three participants on this call to watch a magic show broadcast from Westwood.