Tuesday, August 28, 2012

On the Bolt Bus to Boston. A Transcript.


Seats right in back of me.
One Asian guy flirts with the other Asian guy.

"I got us a room in a nice hotel. Here's a picture of our room."

"No, there's only one bed. They may be able to get us a room with two beds. We can ask. I mean. If you want."

"Hey! There's no pocket on the seatback!"

"You CAN't sleep on the soFA! It will be LUMpy!"

"We'll go down and have at least one drink at the bar in the lobby. But you have to dress nice. Do you have a nice shirt I can borrow?"

"Are those your headphones? I have nicer headphones. Do you want to use them? You take this here and you stick it in your ear. Just slide it in there."

"Can I split the headphones with you? I use the one earbud and you use the other one?"

Thursday, August 02, 2012

Circa 1981: Another visit to the ER for Nutchie

Probably one of my finest unsisterly moments transpired during the fight over the slingshot with my little brother. Nutchie had the slingshot in his vice-like grip. I had the sling. My brother yanked to. I yanked fro.

Then I guess I got bored. "Whatever. you can have it."

Five stitches on the forehead for the Nutch.