i need to put my presentation together now (but first…)
Have decided not to drop out of grad school, btw. Just sayin’. In case you were worried.
Funny scene from restaurant last night:
We were seated next to a table full of drunk, white, middle-aged couples. Whereas we are middle-aged, we were not drunk, giving us the upper hand when it comes to recounting this story.
“Jungle Boogie” starts playing over the speakers. One of the women jumps up, starts dancing in the aisle, spanking her own ass, etc. Honestly to Mike, if there’s anything worse than a drunk white lady spanking her own ass and dancing to Kool & the Gang in the suburbs, well. At the moment I cannot think what that worse thing would be.
The waiter stops by with the check. I’m all, Are you catching this? He says, Yeah, I’m changing the station right now. This waiter has really grown on me — we talk literature all the time — this is our family’s usual spot, we’re there once a week or so. I told him he needs to give up waiting tables for now and just get into Columbia, Berkeley, Reed, whatever it takes. His response is always, Eh. Yeah, someday. Then he gives me another reading list: “Feed,” “Brave New World,” “The Master and Margarita.” “You’ve never read ‘Animal Farm’? Seriously?” (…and you claim to be a teacher, woman? haha.) I don’t care for dystopian fiction, so much, it’s Steve and Wacky Girl’s thing more than mine, but my students are nuts for it. I need to at least attempt to keep up.
He flips the station. The drunks are disappointed. “Awwwwwww, you changed the station!”
“Yeah,” he says, flip, “Who doesn’t love Foghat?”
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…which is funny, cuz just hours earlier you were bemoaning your seemingly worthless gift of remembering every lyric to every pop song EVER and I believe you mentioned Foghat (Slow Ride?). Or something. (Or maybe I was singing that when you were talking about something else.) Anyway, how the hell can a lame-ass band like Foghat have earned such a venerated place in our collective psyche?
(And after seeing that Beyonce vid you posted, I don’t ever want to see anybody who don’t look like that slappin her own ass. She owns that move. I mean, damn. I mean….)
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he likes beyonce. who doesn’t?
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I now have this terrible image in my head and I can’t get it out….
I have that lyric remembering disease too.
(Are you sure we aren’t sisters separated at birth?)
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TOL, now you know how i feel. It is a disease, you’re right! and… yes.
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Someone chose Master and Margarita for my book club a few years back – I kid you not. I did not get past the first chapter. The discussion that night lasted about 10 minutes, because one brave gal read the whole thing. Thankfully the rest of the evening was spent laughing and partaking of food and wine. (I wasn’t driving!) I’d love to know if you got through it.
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Animal Farm is a quick read… go on!
I have often been accused (in Trinidad) of ‘Dancing like a white lady’. I’m all ‘You idiots, I AM a white lady!’ Apparently that’s no excuse.
October 12th, 2010 | #
Susan, I’m gonna try. Nan, hahahahaha you’re a good dancer! I’ve seen videos!
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Lots of YA Lit is dystopian: “The Giver” and “Hunger Games” to name just a couple that I bet you’ve read.
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