Catching Up

Time for a good cleaning of the mental lint trap:

  • Yes, we did attend The Big Dance, MLB in her fancy new ahn-sem-bluhhh and me in my "classic" suit. I really wanted to wear the tie I bought years ago in Santa Fe which has a cartoon wolf in a zoot suit sniffing a flower while reclining against a big honkin' old Caddy set under a star-washed night sky, but it didn't match). Anyhoo, I graded us out, dance-wise, at around a C+; MLB was more charitable, thinking we pulled a solid B, considering it was our first time to dance outside of class or our living room. I think we did a quite excellent tango -- and, really, what else do you need? -- but I kid you not, the first time we hit the floor for a rhumba, a dance we had nailed going in, we were like deer in headlights. It's like Scotty was in my brain, yelling to Kirk over the intercom, "They're na respondin', Cap'n...the feet are out o'control!" I finally pretended I had lost a contact (although my eyeglasses probably did nothing to enhance the illusion) and we crawled off the floor under the table of some rather indignant matrons.

  • It's still fun to know that there's some place you can go and be among the younger of the attendees.

  • While we were in Tahoe, we caught a bit of the Olympics and specifically the women's gold medal match in curling. I know you're sick to death of all the curling analysis and second-guessing and trauma -- the sport just breeds controversy -- but tell me this: Why do they have times-out in curling? Does that strike anyone else as a bit pretentious, as well as unnecessary? I mean, you're already involved in the slowest sport ever devised by mankind (even chess is faster) and the games last the better part of a week; do you really have to be concerned about time management? Am I the only one who notices these things?

  • If you ever find yourself at the Reno-Tahoe airport needing to roll a broken-legged friend in a wheelchair into the terminal...don't do it. Just give 'em a good shove and hope for the best. The parking enforcement woman has had an empathectomy and you will contribute to the city's coffers. On the positive side, she had a voice just like Marge Gunderson in Fargo, so I had a good laugh at her. Once she left, of course. (By the way, do you find it odd that Frances McDormand isn't even listed in the Fargo cast on the movie's main page on IMDB.com? I mean, the woman only won an Academy Award for that performance.)

  • Did I mention that I now have a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT 8 megapixel SLR? Wait until you hear how I came into possession of this jewel...
Comments

Swweeeettt! I love your camera! Do I get a demonstration of your dancing when I visit :)?

Posted by: Rachel at March 2, 2006 05:43 PM

I'm surprised the tie didn't "match." It sounds like a classic also. ;-)

The timeouts in curling? Those are for the rubber chicken streakers:

http://www.azcentral.com/offbeat/articles/0224oly-streaker24-ON.html

Posted by: Gwynne at March 2, 2006 06:38 PM

Rachel, if you can take it, we can dish it out! ;-)

Gwynne, if ever there was an event that cried out for chicken streakers, it's curling.

Although, now that I think about it, there are many occasions that would be improved by the presence of chicken streakers.

Posted by: Eric at March 2, 2006 07:25 PM

Fraces McDormand is listed, but you have to click on a link to view the complete cast before you see her name...way down in the list, too.

Or maybe! Maybe the IMDB police read your blog, and they went and fixed it.

Posted by: Jim at March 2, 2006 08:28 PM
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