At many points in my history, I have found myself thinking, "Well, *I* wouldn't have done that." Usually this is after being subjected to a reality TV show or seeing a new picture of some st(harlot)'s snatch, but periodically this utterance is issued when someone I care for does something puzzling. Puzzling to me, I should say.
Because I am now a little afraid of my own blog and its apparent power to disconcert, I do not wish to provide examples for fear of upsetting someone, but let's just say it has become increasingly apparent to me that I need to learn to accept the fact that I do things differently from most people, for good and ill.
Festered over this situation whilst having soup, salad, and beer at a little pub near my hotel room and was terribly amused to observe the following:
Two black men walk into a British-ish pub in Manhattan. Moments later their waitress comes to the bar asking if Remy VSOP is available. The barmaid replies in the negative. The waitress returns shortly to ask if Hennessey is available. The barmaid rolls her eyes as she reaches for the bottle and then says as she hands the glass over to the waitress, 'Let me guess -- they're black." I laugh hysterically at this, mostly because the barmaid is right, and then I am further amused when the waitress hisses to the barmaid, 'She just heard you!' and I was tempted to start singing a medley of rap songs that mention Remy and Hennessey as desirable beverages.
Also, I have to be honest, although there is a lot going on w/me these days, I lack the means of making it seem amusing -- mostly b/c it's not -- so I am afraid the blog will be rather lackluster for the foreseeable future. I recommend a monthly (at most) perusal so as not to waste your time. Am hoping to get it back in order, but...well, I just don't know.
Because I am now a little afraid of my own blog and its apparent power to disconcert, I do not wish to provide examples for fear of upsetting someone, but let's just say it has become increasingly apparent to me that I need to learn to accept the fact that I do things differently from most people, for good and ill.
Festered over this situation whilst having soup, salad, and beer at a little pub near my hotel room and was terribly amused to observe the following:
Two black men walk into a British-ish pub in Manhattan. Moments later their waitress comes to the bar asking if Remy VSOP is available. The barmaid replies in the negative. The waitress returns shortly to ask if Hennessey is available. The barmaid rolls her eyes as she reaches for the bottle and then says as she hands the glass over to the waitress, 'Let me guess -- they're black." I laugh hysterically at this, mostly because the barmaid is right, and then I am further amused when the waitress hisses to the barmaid, 'She just heard you!' and I was tempted to start singing a medley of rap songs that mention Remy and Hennessey as desirable beverages.
Also, I have to be honest, although there is a lot going on w/me these days, I lack the means of making it seem amusing -- mostly b/c it's not -- so I am afraid the blog will be rather lackluster for the foreseeable future. I recommend a monthly (at most) perusal so as not to waste your time. Am hoping to get it back in order, but...well, I just don't know.
2 comments:
Wow, I got lucky. I haven't checked your blog in a while. Now I will *try to not check it for a month. But thanks. And I remember once when 18 year old Anne and I, hyped up from listening to rap songs, called her mom to ask, "What type of alcohol is Hennessey, anyway?" I wonder if they serve that at the country club.
Oh great. If you're not going to update your blog more often, I am going to miss one of my major avenues of procrastination.
On another note: I purchased a bottle of cognac at the store (the one we always go to) only to have the (black) security guard ask me if I had "jungle fever."
See you soon!
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