I met some amazing people while I was in Palau. People who deserve to have entire galaxies named after them for how supportive and wonderful they were to me during that time when I was experiencing Island Ebola. (I call it "Island Ebola" because "Island Fever" is far too inept a phrase to explain the emotional explosive diarrhea).
No exception was my friend Natalie, whom I met on a boat one day. Natalie and I formed an immediate bond because she was experiencing her own isolation trauma. Except she had much more reason for it. Natalie was a Peace Corp volunteer and she was sequestered to a very small jungle village that was so tiny and isolated that she used to refer to the town I lived in as "The City."
My town had 10,000 people living in it. 200, if you only count people who regularly wore shoes.
Natalie was homesick and experiencing a level of loneliness that could drive any person crazy.
And so we latched onto one another. I vowed to drive out to the jungle and rescue Natalie every weekend if she promised to deliver a 48-hour stand-up-comedy monologue for me as soon as we got back to my apartment. This worked well, because Natalie was one of the funniest people I had ever met.
Natalie started referring to my apartment as "Homesick Embassy."
To this day, I owe a great amount of my survival and sanity to her.
And so, I was beyond excited when I found out she was going to be in Salt Lake City last week.
We spent the majority of our time doing this:
Also, since this was the first time in four years that the three of us were actually in the same city, there was a reunion that I'm sure would interest you:
|Four years later and much less sweaty.|
Then I spent the rest of the time using Natalie's Tinder and Bumble accounts to help find her a man.
Natalie received no boyfriends from this.
And now, please enjoy this week's Strangerville Short, featuring a few of my favorite prank calls.
~It Just Gets Stranger