Trust me when I say I’ll never ever shop in the Crossgates Mall in Guilderland, NY. Lawyer Arrested for Wearing a ‘Peace’ T-Shirt Who gives a rat’s ass if you’re a hawk or a dove (or a grackle or a turkey)? Telling someone to leave a mall because he’s wearing a shirt that doesn’t match your opinion is fascist. Whoever called those guards must lead a very lonely, ugly life.
Happy Mardi Gras!
Laissez les bon temps roullez!
And remember – party’s over at midnight.
Sometimes I’ll encounter something that totally brings back a period of time. A smell, a song, the feel of the air against my face. Tonight I heard Heartbreak Beat by The Psychedelic Furs for the first time in around 10 years and it brought back my junior year in high school. I was very into the new wave side of music back then – no hair bands, please. The Cars, Psychedelic Furs, The Smiths, U2 (back when they were cool), Cactus World News (anyone even remember them now?).
I attended a very cliquish high school, and although I was “expected” to be in the popular crowd, they would have nothing to do with me and eventually I spurned them even more vehemently than they pushed me away. My school had a reputation in town for being snobbish, and I had several occasions when in UIL competition or something of that ilk people would actually just walk away from me when I said what school I went to.
The summers before my junior and senior years in high school I went to classes at a local university and earned college credits. I met up with a bunch of people, good people, from high schools all over the city. They liked me for who I was, not for my Louis Vuitton purse (the girls in my high school had Louis Vuitton purses, holyshit) or any other material possession. We were the best of friends and called ourselves The Lunch Bunch because we’d go out to eat every other day.
Nef and I kept in touch until we drifted apart completely about 5 years ago. Weirdly enough and unbeknownenst to me, he dated a friend of a friend briefly here in Austin.
Tara and I drifted apart, too – the last time I saw her was about 10 years ago after I found out she also lived in Austin. We got together and started drinking and unearthed Eldridge, who had also moved to Austin, called him up at midnight and pestered him until he came over to visit.
Kevin was in a band and he hooked me up with cool music. Back then about all we could do was a tape to tape recording (mp3 wha?), so I stocked up on dozens of high quality chromium cassettes.
J.C. was my unrequited love. I was so totally stuck on him for 3 or 4 years. He ended up going out with one of Nef’s old girlfriends and none of us heard from him again. Last I knew, he and Kevin were at UC Berkeley, but that was 14 years ago.
God, I really miss them. Nef, Tara, Maria, Kevin, J.C., Eldridge, or anyone else from UTSA’s Honors Program for Young Scholars… if you read this, drop me a line. Let’s do lunch and listen to 80s music and do Breakfast Club quotes.
I think it’s fantastic that you have an opinion. That’s just super, that you are able to form an opinion. Hopefully you formed it all by yourself, without jumping on a bandwagon or adopting the viewpoint of someone you like without researching it for yourself. Having your opinion, and expressing it, is a great American Right(tm), the very first one that We as Americans are specifically granted.
However, if I ever, ever see you telling my children in school that any of our friends and family who are called over to fight in Iraq are unethical, you are going to feel the toe of my shoe so far up your ass that you’re likely to be gnawing on my toenails.
Got it? Good.
The puppy finally woke up. She slept all the way home and most of the afternoon and evening. So far she’s tinkled 3 times and pooped once in the house, and she has our 85 lb “big dog” completely and utterly terrified. All she has to do is look at him and he runs away. Luckily she already likes her crate, so we don’t have to force her into it. Oh, and childrens’ polytails are at the exact perfect height to play tug’o’war with, much to the girls’ chagrin.
10 minutes later, update – Cuervo’s now hiding under my desk, cowering from the 12 pound puppy. What a pussy.
Introducing… Kona!
You can rest assured that we’d never ask opinions on naming our human children, but canine children are another story. Should we happen to pick up a puppy this afternoon, she’d need a name. We’re looking at girl chocolate Labs. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far:
Kona
Godiva
Mocha
Margarita (to match our big yellow Cuervo guy)
Tootsie
Puddin
Bonnie
Kahlua
Kiss
Snickers
Aņeja
I’m leaning towards Godiva, though I also like hub’s favorites of Kona and Mocha. Anyone have any suggestions?
We’re going to look at puppies tomorrow, the siblings of this guy.
Sorry, gotta go, it’s time for my medication.