Lost

Wow - what a weekend! (read in Yakov Smirnoff's voice)

My best friend dissapeared on her way to LA, and I was pacing the floor with missing persons, LAPD, Local PD, and hospitals all weekend. The planned vacation we were going to have (Disneyland, beach etc) turned into a 3 day nightmare where nobody knew where she was: Police assumed she was in jail, in a hospital, or dead. Rest assured my friend is ok and home as of last night...but I think I have no emotion left for anything. I think I need to use this experience in writing...it's good fucking drama, I can tell you that.

I realized 4 things this weekend:

1. Being someone's best friend means nothing to authorities. You have to be a family member, or you might as well be a stranger.
2. Police are actually very nice, and can be your best friends in times of need. Contrary to snippy cop experiences in the past, cops are now some of my favorite people. At least they actually pretend to care, unlike some real people I talked to who said 'you think your best friend is dead?...oh, too bad."
3. When a friend is in danger, there's nothing else your brain can focus on. I understand now why people with missing kids would prefer to hear they're found and dead, than to never hear anything.
4. When you think you know someone (15 years worth)...you don't.

So anyway...nothing funny to report. I blogged through the whole thing, but it's enormous, just me freaking out, and not good reading. I'll keep it for dialogue in this missing person's drama I'm going to write.

Thanks to all those I told who were supportive, and thanks to those I didn't tell also - I'm sure had I told you, you'd have been supportive.
I promise funny blog tomorrow.