Alright, so a few weeks ago I am hanging out with Drea and Matt. Matt is learning how to play the piano and is taking piano lessons. At the moment he is playing the alphabet in minor to which Drea comments "this is depressing" and I say "That's a sad sad alphabet."
A few weeks go by and I see Matt. I ask him if he has learned to play any more alphabets. He says yes he has learned to play the German alphabet.
Today I am hanging out with Drea and Matt again. I have to leave to go to Widow Browns for open mic night. Drea asks how open mic night is. I say its ok and then suggest that Matt play piano at open mic night. "You could play a sad german alphabet!" I say. "An Alphacaust." says Drea.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
LOST in Cape Cod
Oh my god. So I go to this restaurant with my father and sister. A few tables away I notice this bald guy with a goatee. He looks EXACTLY like the guy from Lost, so much so that I convince myself he is and kind of make a scene about it. I keep going "That's the guy from Lost. No I mean it. That's really him. I don't care, I'm just saying that's really the guy from Lost." My dad keeps telling me that he doesn't watch Lost (neither do I) but he knows who I'm talking about and it's not him. But I am so sure that it is. So my Dad says "well look at a picture then, it's not him."
So I google it on my phone 'bald guy from Lost' and the name John Locke comes up and I realize that's the character's name on the show. And ok, it turns out it wasn't him. But my apology is not enough for my father who keeps yelling "John! John!! JOHN!!!! See?? He's not responding, it's not him. Why don't you go over to him and ask to see his license?" This suggestion does not surprise me as it reminds me of another embarrassing incident involving my father and in this case a real celebrity.**
So now he keeps looking at us because I keep looking at him and my father keeps screaming "John!" in his direction. I am mortified.
**We are in Cape May at a popular restaurant when I see none other than Joe and Sue Paterno. Now, my father is the biggest JoPa fan of all time; "I've been a fan since 1968!" he continually tells me. So I tell my Dad it's JoPa and he's so excited and we introduce ourselves and shake his hand and everything. Well, not everything. We didn't get a picture. A fact that has haunted me for going on four years and will continue to haunt me for the rest of my life. You see, we forgot to ask for his picture at the bar and my father realized this when both The Paternos and ourselves were already seated at our respective tables. So all during dinner my father keeps saying "Lets just go up to his table and get a picture. Lets follow him out of the restaurant after they are done eating, we can get a picture then." On and on. Well, will didn't get a picture and so as far as my father is concerned we never even met JoPa. "No one will believe me when I tell them! We shoulda gotten a picture!!" Every single time I bring up the fact that we met his life-long hero to him, he says "we should have gotten a picture, I'm so mad we didn't get a picture." But I wasn't willing to stalk JoPa and follow him out or a restaurant for a photo, though for all the nagging, I probably should have, it would have made life easier. I'm going to suffer the consequences forever.
So I google it on my phone 'bald guy from Lost' and the name John Locke comes up and I realize that's the character's name on the show. And ok, it turns out it wasn't him. But my apology is not enough for my father who keeps yelling "John! John!! JOHN!!!! See?? He's not responding, it's not him. Why don't you go over to him and ask to see his license?" This suggestion does not surprise me as it reminds me of another embarrassing incident involving my father and in this case a real celebrity.**
So now he keeps looking at us because I keep looking at him and my father keeps screaming "John!" in his direction. I am mortified.
**We are in Cape May at a popular restaurant when I see none other than Joe and Sue Paterno. Now, my father is the biggest JoPa fan of all time; "I've been a fan since 1968!" he continually tells me. So I tell my Dad it's JoPa and he's so excited and we introduce ourselves and shake his hand and everything. Well, not everything. We didn't get a picture. A fact that has haunted me for going on four years and will continue to haunt me for the rest of my life. You see, we forgot to ask for his picture at the bar and my father realized this when both The Paternos and ourselves were already seated at our respective tables. So all during dinner my father keeps saying "Lets just go up to his table and get a picture. Lets follow him out of the restaurant after they are done eating, we can get a picture then." On and on. Well, will didn't get a picture and so as far as my father is concerned we never even met JoPa. "No one will believe me when I tell them! We shoulda gotten a picture!!" Every single time I bring up the fact that we met his life-long hero to him, he says "we should have gotten a picture, I'm so mad we didn't get a picture." But I wasn't willing to stalk JoPa and follow him out or a restaurant for a photo, though for all the nagging, I probably should have, it would have made life easier. I'm going to suffer the consequences forever.
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