Joey rec and rambling
Mar. 4th, 2004 07:49 amI am STUCK at home waiting for the phone company to come and fix my phone. Which they were supposed to do yesterday and didn't. I've managed to get a lot done at home however. I should make it to work just in time for the 3 hour meeting scheduled for this afternoon. *sigh*
And Rec:
All That You Can't Leave Behind by Lois
It's a PostSync story with a married Chris and Hollywood!Lance. Joey has an Oscar and a successful career but he can't get past JC. Plus this is one of my favorite Justin's ever.
I didn't live in Williamsburg. I lived in Red Hook, a shoebox neighborhood of broken buildings, the docks and bodegas. Famous actors - Oscar winners - like me didn't live in the ghetto (I never called it that, Justin did, all the time. If he could have sent my postcards to 'Joey Fatone, The Ghetto, NY,' he probably would have).
They didn't live in railroad apartments with leaky faucets and uneven floors and spiders in the woodwork. And they certainly didn't take the bus to the A train when they wanted to go into the City. I thought Justin was going to die of fright the first time he visited me, after I left Orlando, after he went solo, after the end of everything.
"You do NOT live here," he said, huddled in a heavy black coat, a ski cap pulled down over his frantic hair, sunglasses even though it was approaching sunset. We were walking up the street from the bus stop, because I'd met him at his hotel and refused to take a cab. I thought it was time Justin learned to be mortal, if only for a few hours. I made him get on the bus.
He probably still hasn't forgiven me for that.