Student (a seventh-grader): I wouldn’t eat vegetarian pizza - all it has is crust, sauce, and vegetables.
Happy 21st birthday, Megan!
I tried to post something in honor of Megan’s birthday yesterday, but Blogger was extrememly uncooperative. So…this isn’t belated, it was bedeviled.
Afterschool program
The second to last Saturday school session proceeded with little ado. One of the teachers brought in Pirates of the Caribbean, so I didn’t even have to teach. And no, I didn’t vomit anywhere. In fact, the school lunch for the day was significantly more edible and had chips and a package of baby carrots.
So much for the luck o’ the Irish
The weekend began when Nick tried to startle me outside the pub. He wasn’t successful out there, but what happened inside made up for the shortcoming. In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, the end of the grueling work week, and any other excuse to down a martini, we’d planned to meet at Limerick’s with the group from last week. The place didn’t look as crowded as the previous Friday, because people sat planted at every booth, table, and bar stool. I graciously accepted the bar stool offered by the brusque old man in work clothes. Nick stood and leaned on the bar.
The songs stuck in my head right now
Megan suggested I do a survey-like entry that is seemingly trivial, but reveals a lot about my current state of mind. I’ve chosen to tell you the top five songs on my ipod. These are the songs I play frequently, and thus, have stuck in my head, which leads me to play them even more frequently…
Rate-A-Concert: James Blunt
Artist(s): The Boy Least Likely To, James Blunt
Length of performance: 3.5 hours
A landlord-machete predicament
*I wanted Cade to call my AudioBlogger number and tell this story as he told it to me, but he refused. He’d prefer to have me try to rehash the whole thing from memory despite incredible odds, one being that I was laughing so hard during the conversation that I’m sure I missed many details. This is my attempt to share Cade’s tale of apartment woe. (Cue Law and Order music here).
Blunderwear
Oopsie. These underpants on sale at the Broadway dollar store a few blocks from my apartment are just asking for skid marks.
www.vom.com/aboutme
No one plans to be a cross-country public vomiter. It is a calling destined only by the gods. You know, like a shaman. My role of gastrointestinal gypsy/vomiting vagabond was revealed one fateful morning at the University of Texas.
My second favorite hobby
Me: So I’ve publicly vomited in every city I’ve been in.
Cade: Oh, really?
Me: Yeah.
Cade: Is this a personal mission, like, “Yeah, right after high school I went on a road trip across the country. Just me, my car, and a lot of paper towels…”?
