It was my birthday this week. I celebrated by taking Friday as a holiday, an act I am certain I will pay for on Monday morning when the work is piled on my desk in dishearteningy large heaps.
In the evening, there was a bang up party at our local community centre. I share my birthday with our friend, Bubba, so we made it a combined event, inviting our respective friends, renting a karaoke machine, ordering a keg...well, Bubba and his lovely partner, Nuwayrah, did all that. I just showed up, drank beer with Clamato juice and sang karaoke until three o'clock in the morning when my voice finally crapped out.
One of Bubba's friends brought his little boy along. At first, I was dismayed to find a child in our midst at what was supposed to be an adult party. But the little guy--about eight or nine--was behaved so beautifully that in short order, I didn't mind him being there at all. He was pretty cute and amused himself by chasing my dogs around the building. I appreciated this, as a tired dog is a good dog.
Anyway, at one point, he joined the Little Hunneydoo and I sitting on the couch in the main room, where the karaoke was about to kick off to Bucks Fizz's "You're A Crazy Bitch (But You Fuck So Good)". The little boy looked at us and said, "Are you guys sisters?"
And I said,
"We are close.
"We are nice.
"Some people think that we're just friends,
"But actually, we're lesbians."
He nodded like he understood, but he didn't, and a few minutes later, he left the building and ran up the street, because kids are random like that.
I was just thrilled to have the opportunity to use the rhyme in conversation.
Tomorrow, I'll try to give a better description of the whole night.
In the evening, there was a bang up party at our local community centre. I share my birthday with our friend, Bubba, so we made it a combined event, inviting our respective friends, renting a karaoke machine, ordering a keg...well, Bubba and his lovely partner, Nuwayrah, did all that. I just showed up, drank beer with Clamato juice and sang karaoke until three o'clock in the morning when my voice finally crapped out.
One of Bubba's friends brought his little boy along. At first, I was dismayed to find a child in our midst at what was supposed to be an adult party. But the little guy--about eight or nine--was behaved so beautifully that in short order, I didn't mind him being there at all. He was pretty cute and amused himself by chasing my dogs around the building. I appreciated this, as a tired dog is a good dog.
Anyway, at one point, he joined the Little Hunneydoo and I sitting on the couch in the main room, where the karaoke was about to kick off to Bucks Fizz's "You're A Crazy Bitch (But You Fuck So Good)". The little boy looked at us and said, "Are you guys sisters?"
And I said,
"We are close.
"We are nice.
"Some people think that we're just friends,
"But actually, we're lesbians."
He nodded like he understood, but he didn't, and a few minutes later, he left the building and ran up the street, because kids are random like that.
I was just thrilled to have the opportunity to use the rhyme in conversation.
Tomorrow, I'll try to give a better description of the whole night.
1 comment:
Very cute kid story. Glad you had a pleasant evening and it did not degenerate into "Milk, Milk, Lemonade" or "Me Chinee, Me Play Joke". ;)
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