Some walk by night... Some fly by day...

A treatise on being in love with Dave... and wanting to be Maddie

There were those special times when I was in 8th grade -- the spring, when my evil twin and I went to Washington D.C. with the school, for our field trip. Holding hands with the Billy -- make that pinkey fingers -- but never kissing, never even dating.

And then there was the night when my folks were away and me and my evil twin watched a forbidden television show, fell in love with our new t.v. boyfriend Bruce Willis... and immediately needed matching purse and pumps, just like the lovely Maddie Hayes. Hell, we wanted to be named Maddie Hayes. We wanted big curly hair, a sharp tongue, and sexy lingerie. We wanted a big house, to learn how to drink champagne, and sing caberet' in black and white. Oh, and live in a crappy apartment in the big city where some ambiguous guy ushers in the darkness with the tune of an alto sax, and we were sitting out on the fire excape, torn between the guy we know was Mister Right, and the sexy bum who stole our hearts at breakfast, on the street this morning...

Those were the days. Ones when the air was moist and cool and sweet, and the spring lasted forever. In fact, we read several books to each other that spring. One of them was the Great Gatsby. Another was called the Ordinary Princess. I decided that I was misplaced in time and for the remainder of my pre-college career, I lived and strived for knowledge about Chicago Gangsters, Flappers, I even cut my hair short... I turned Prom into a Flapper Costume and everyone thought I was insane.

But I always wanted to be Maddie Hayes, and have sharp wit and a sexy body, and then fall in love with a man and have his babies.