First, it was the meaning of “Jordan on Saturday.” My good friend/one-time commenter Don explained that one, and because of this, I became the first website listed when you Google that phrase. (And that’s not going to stop any time soon since I mentioned it AGAIN.) Earlier this week, I pondered the pronunciation of Will Hoge’s last name. Many thanks to Aims for answering that quandary. For those of you who were wondering, it’s like “vogue” but with an h. And you and I have Aims to thank for that. I’ve learned so much! Merci beaucoup, Don and Aims. Y’all have enriched my lives.
In other news, I went to the used bookstore yesterday and bought Naked by David Sedaris and am nearly finished with it. I read too fast for my own good. Maybe I should tackle something a little lengthier next time. East of Eden might have to be next. I bought it freshman year with the specific intent of reading it and loving it as much as Grapes of Wrath, and I NEVER DID. Maybe there were more fun things going on than sitting in my dorm room reading Steinbeck. That’s probably exactly what happened.
Also, I had dinner with my best friend tonight. She and I met when my family moved to Indianapolis. We were in the same fifth grade class, and while I am not proud to admit that I sometimes found her very annoying when I was younger, I find her absolutely wonderful now and can’t imagine why I don’t call her the minute I get back to Indianapolis. Regardless, we are totally best friends, and I don’t see her nearly enough, and I miss her. She’s one of the few people who know about a lot of things that have happened in my life. She is also one of few people in Indiana who understand my need to get out of here. Our lives have had some strange parallels over the four years we’ve been apart, and I love that — no matter what, no matter where we are, we’re still doing the same things.
Anyway, we had finished eating, and we were sitting at the table, just finishing our drinks and talking when a waiter walks past our table and drops a note on the table next to my water glass. My best friend and I look at each other and immediately start cracking up. The note is addressed to the “cute girl in blue.” Through the process of elimination, we figured out it was for me, as I was the only person wearing blue at our table. I opened up the note, and the author of the note (Was it the waiter? Was it some random person? Who knows?) asked for my phone number. It was super flattering and totally funny, and had he not used the incorrect form of “you’re” (one of my biggest pet peeves), I totally would have left my number … Okay, probably not because I am not nearly ballsy enough for that kind of thing, but the thought is there.
I don’t know how I’m going to make it in the real world. I’m probably going to have to meet someone in an elevator or something.
1 Comment
June 5, 2008 at 8:25 am
Hey – I got a shout out! Thanks! You are welcome for the pronunciation lesson, and I have to thank you for the “Jordans on Saturday” lesson, I have pondered the meaning of that too, and now it is solved. I like a lot of your music choices, good blog you have here. Hope you get to see Will “Vogue” (I think I might have to call him that from now on) this summer! :o)