The crick in my neck has me walking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame this week. I don’t remember scaling the Empire State building or wildly ringing bells at a cathedral…but then again, it doesn’t mean I didn’t do it. Just that I don’t remember….
I read today this photographer has just released an exhibit where he had friends drink wine and then photographed them at different stages after one glass, then two then three. I CALL THAT FRIDAY NIGHT. He turned it into a photographic portrait of alcohol-induced silliness and got hundreds of fans. That is what planning does… I take pics on my iPhone and plaster it on FB like normal winos. This Friday night is going to be very interesting…I’ll have to make sure the iPhone is charged and invite some friends over…Say, “Red-stained-teeth-are-a-few-of-my-favourite-things” peeps! I wonder what a pic after five glasses will look like?
Oh. ALREADY BEEN DONE. Sorry.
I’ve been binge watching Scandal and I think I’ve started ranting like Olivia Pope’s dad. He has the most epic speeches I’ve ever heard on a television show. The “you are a boy” speech that saw him project his deep-seeded rage and ire upon the Prez for holding him captive to help Olivia assist in her mother’s escape from her imprisonment (big mistake, there Miss O) was nothing short of inspiring. It was practically Shakespearean in its delivery…If you have never heard it, try it here.
So, of course I hear this rant in my head when somebody is less than intelligent in their decisions regarding, anything really. “You. Are. A. Boy.” I need him to follow me around so I can have him recite it at random when I want him to lay it out there… “You. Are. A. Boy.” Hubby forgot to put his socks in the hamper? “You. Are. A. Boy.” The guy in front of you in line at the grocery store has more than 15 items in the 12 items or less line? “You. Are. A. Boy.” The Personal Trainer at the gym you just joined told you that you had the lungs of a 65 year old smoker? (Actually fucking happened. I shit you not. I used some reeeelllly interesting words in my head and heard this ENTIRE speech) “You. Are. A. Boy.” I like it.
Memorize it. Breathe it. Live it.
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I was going to remind you that you bought your wine at Costco, but I see you remembered. I (we) will want to see those Friday Night Photos. 😯