When my crack-like Twitter addiction kicked into high gear last November I remember being very nervous about everything little precious word I tweeted. Previously I had been a Facebook junkie for at least a year prior, and had no qualms about what to post to my FB friends, but Twitter was a different bird. People I barely knew, and some I didn’t know at all, were going to be reading my 140 character messages and if they had never read my blog or met me face to face, I was concerned that my sometimes snarky sense of humor would not translate.
One evening, after the evening bath, book, bed routine, I looked at the tube of Aquaphor in my hand that I had just lathered all over my kids “ouchies” and had an idea for a tweet.
“I am to Aquaphor what Chris Rock is to Tussin.”
As soon as I clicked “Tweet” and those ten little words went out into the Twitterverse I thought, Oh gawd…NO ONE is going to get that. And I began to pound my palm against my forehead in a Chris Farley “I’m so stupid” fashion. Little did I know that those ten words were actually the gateway to a priceless, everlasting friendship.
(In case you don’t get the joke, it is a reference to a Chris Rock stand up sketch from years ago when he explained that his parents used Robitussin as a cure-all for everything from asthma to a broken leg. I use Aquaphor in much the same way with my kids. For bruises, coughs or tummy aches; I just put a little Aquaphor on it. Works every time.)
A few minutes later, I checked my mentions (tweets that mention my name) and had a mild bodily spasm when I saw this:
From @LAStylistMom: “@MamaMaryShow Oh no you did NOT just say Tussin. ROTF LMAO. I might love you.”
I was beyond delighted that someone got my sense of humor, but before I could do a little jig, I had to do some quick research.
First of all, who is this Lasty List Mom? And secondly, what the fuck does ROTF LMAO mean?
Turns our Lasty List is really LA Stylist Mom and she’s a wardrobe stylist in Hollywood, on top of being a premiere fashion blogger with a site that will kill you with it’s sass and sauce.
And as for ROTF LMAO, it means rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off.
I didn’t know what to celebrate first…the fact that I had made this maven of design and humor laugh, or that I finally knew what ROTF LMAO meant. So I poured some wine and celebrated both. And then I did my jig (similar to that of a football player in the end zone after a touch down, only better).
We tweeted back and forth for awhile and then I asked her if people called her Lasty List as often as people call me Mammary Show. When she replied “YES!” I knew we were a match made in heaven. Our twitter love affair continued for months consisting of topics like JT on SNL (she has D in Box projecting onto her livingroom wall on repeat) and 80’s hair bands. Eventually I discovered that she was friends with my bestie Deb, aka San Diego Momma, which led to us plotting out a GNI for the three of us to hang out IRL (I’ll save you having to look these acronyms up like I had to do for ROTFLMAO: Girls Night In & In Real Life). Much to our dismay, we failed miserably at matching up our schedules, until…two nights ago.
FINALLY, after months of eagerly waiting to meet my fashion-icon/twitter-crush, I actually had the opportunity to meet her face to face. Lasty and her husband met Deb and me for drinks and dinner at Tower 23 in Pacific Beach and our love-at-first-tweet, platonic romance was finally consummated. The laughs were constant and the great convo flowed even more smoothly than the wine. We talked shop about our love for Tussin and our mutual love/hate relationship for TV extras (I used to cast them and she used to wardrobe them—we had a lot to talk about on that front!). The night might will go down as one of the best ever.
This new found friendship is a testament to the modern-day, technology-saturated world in which we live, where real connections are being made via cyberspace more often than in person. It seems a little backwards to develop such a close friendship with someone without actually physically meeting first, but if it works, it works.
I love my lasty list and she loves me. (She even complimented me on my outfit and asked me how I do my smokey eyes. I still got it).
Too bad iPhones suck at indoor/nighttime photography.