Everyone loves a charade
I pride myself on being a very good / loyal friend. I have always been a believer in the urban family being just as (if not more) important as one's "real" family. This weekend, however, entailed some of the more challenging acts I have ever done for a friend.
My dear friend Steve has been lying to his grandma who fully, fully financially supports him. Steve has been lying for various reasons at various times (boyfriend, more money, Gram's piece of mind, his place in the will, etc). The thing is, Steve was graduating on Sunday (yesterday) and his Grandma was coming to town to see her 100 G investment.
Needless to say, there were a few challenges, however the one challenge we could not fudge our way out of was his living situation. Steve lives over in the Shaw neighborhood with two girls at an okay apartment and has little to no furniture—his rent is about $550 a month. Gram has been paying twice that for an apartment with a doorman, fully furnished and lots of fancy facilities. He also lives with a nice Jewish boy.
As luck would have it, my roommate is out of town for a week on business. I live in an apartment that would fit (mostly) what Grandma is expecting. So, kissing my Preakness tickets as well as a slamming party goodbye, I spent the weekend in a fairly intense charade. I will not bore you with details, but in addition to rehearsing stories, changing backgrounds and sexual preferences, we brought in a cleaning service and moved my roommate out and Steve in.
And, the amazing thing is: it worked.
A cowed Grandma left for NYC this morning happy that her money was well spent and even more proud of her darling grandson. She is probably beefing up Steve's portion of the will, and it was all in a weekends work. And hey, that's what friends are for.