Our Lachie does. At least he did, for our Tara. He'll smash me in the head with his bagpipes if I avoid him, too.
Pat brought me in my laptop so I don't go crazy. Thing is, I've already been to Edinburgh and back, so I'm not completely incapacitated. I'm okay. Kinda just bummed right now.
Some people can pull it off, I've no doubt. I just don't have the register for it. I'm horribly crippled in regards to singing. I can bluff my way through some things, but not torch songs. And you don't have to avoid him, he's your friend.
Of course, I'm sorry... it slipped my mind. How was the christening? Bummed about what?
Lachie can pull everything musical off. He makes me sick. You name a song and you'll have it without him even needing to think about it. Bastard. In saying that, so can my hemmorhoid twin. He has the gay genes, see. I wouldn't really want to avoid him, to be honest. He's a walking party trick, our Lachie.
Yeah, it was brilliant. Perfect. The wee lad wasn't impressed at the dip in the Holy water, but other than that, it was fantastic. Life?
I hate those kinds of people, no offence. I'm sure he's lovely, but I always hate the people who can just sing with no effort at all. Your brother isn't someone I'd avoid either, but I might try and sabotage his mic.
I'm glad. I don't think any of my nieces or nephews were impressed with the dip either. Especially Laura's kids. Probably because they knew their mother was Satan. Is there anything I can do to make you feel less bummed about life?
I think he was born singing. Plus, he can play just about every instrument he touches. The fact he's lovely makes you want to give him a good poke in annoyance even more. You want to fight Pat for a Karaoke mic? Eesh, you're game. You are really, really game. Don't even try to fight Lachie, either. You won't get it, no matter what.
I shouldn't have laughed at that, should I? Our RJ nearly screamed the joint down and gave his new godparents the most injured, put out look the blue teary eyes could manage. Actually, I was exaggerating. Pat says I'm brooding. I'm a lot better than I was, really. Things are just hitting home a bit.
You seriously underestimate my skills. I'm FBI, and I'm queen at pranking and not backing down from a challenge. What do I win if I do manage to fight the mic off one of them?
Probably not, but it's good you're laughing. Poor RJ... I bet the godfathers tried to make it up to him and spoiled him. You still didn't say if there was anything I could do.
Pat's gay and a Dancing Queen. Hey, I'm not getting involved. I never come between a gay and his disco. I wouldn't even try off Lachie. He'll probably vomit on you and then climb on top of you to keep singing into the mic if you got it off him. He's not proud.
They just looked like they fucked up the first ever official godfather duty. It was hilarious. That's probably because there isn't right now. Unless you can wind time back and stop the arsehole tripping me.
Oh well, in that case I'll leave it be. And because I'm lacking any smooth way to segue into this... I'd like to take you out for a drink anyway when you're up to it.
I can imagine. I hope there's photos. Hm, I am good, but unfortunately not that good.
You mean in Princeton? I won't heading over there for another week or so yet. Aiden's been... well, yeah, you probably know more of the story than I do. I'm sorry to hear what happened.
RJ's got these huge blue eyes that are going to create havoc one day. I'm happy to be Uncle Godfather and encourage it. I think everyone in that room had cameras. I'm just stuck in hospital, bored, and really worried about my career. I don't mean to drag you down.
Yes. Well, wherever. I know, but if it's alright with you... I'd like to book you in for a date. Or something that doesn't sound quite so much like an appointment. I do, and thank you. I feel badly for Harri. I just hope James pulls out of it okay. And I'm also sorry Aiden had to be messed around, but Harri will be grateful to have him around.
One of those kids, huh? I think you'd be a wonderful Uncle Godfather. You're not dragging me down, Preston. How many times do I have to tell you that I want to listen?
Sure, sounds like fun. I'd suggest a place, but I know Princeton less than I know New York. I'm sure everyone's just doing what they need to do to cope. I know it's probably fortunate Aiden's loaded because he's on the phone to Pat all the time. I keep telling Pat he needs a honeymoon when all the crap is over, but he fobs me off. How's things going over there?
He's Lachlan's Mini Me. But a great kid. Kids are cool. You've got stuff on your plate already. You don't need my sulking to add to the stress. At least I made amends with Patto.
Okay, great. Wow... feels like a lifetime since I went on a date. I hope I remember what to do. I'll find a place. It's what Google's for. It's definitely fortunate. I guess it's what distance relationships are about though, keeping in touch anyway possible. It's when the communication stops that it becomes a problem. He should have a honeymoon. Maybe you should get him one? Things are... well, boring. I know it's probably the wrong word, but we're all just waiting for James to wake up. It's a little tense, too.
I adore kids, that's for sure. I love playing the cool Aunt to Fi's brood. You're not adding to the stress, Cam. I promise. I wouldn't offer to listen if I didn't care. You did? That's great! I'm so happy for you.
Hey, I'm no expert, but I do know how to put a glass to my lips and drink, which is a real plus. We can forgo straws. It's funny, because Pat turned down a long-distance relationship once. For the other guy, or something. But Pat's a very physical person, in the non-sexual sense. That's probably why. I never asked him much about it because of who the guy was. I wouldn't even know where to start looking for what to get him. Tropics is off the menu. Did they say when he would wake up? The coma thing... I get it. Our Tara's gone and done that on us a couple of times. Like, two hours after she gave birth. Scary as hell.
All my thoughts are repetative and boring. Monotonous and guilty. Should've seen the guy move in my peripheral vision and caught my weight. Well, he serenaded the whole ward and he got me all emotional, so it was inevitable we talked.
I think I can remember how to drink, which is also lucky. You mean no adorable twin straws in a milkshake? Aw, what a shame. Are you a physical person in the non-sexual sense? Really? I can't say I know much about that side of the group. James has done it a three times before this. Each time was a different coma length, so I have no idea. The doctors don't either. I can't imagine what it must be like after birth, though. Lachlan must have been devastated.
You need something to break them up, Sporty Spice. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. There's no use thinking about what you should've done. That just leads to madness. I really do like your brother's style.
Hmm, no. Not like Pat. I mean, don't get me wrong. Hugging and all that is nice, but I'm totally thick when it comes to things like body language and carring affection by touching. Pat's a nurse. I guess he's got the talent. I more usually on the receiving end than the instigating end. Does that make sense? Tara was out for about a week. The lad was born on Christmas Day and she woke just after midnight on New Years. The stress of the birth was too much for her and caught an infection. It made her really sick. He didn't leave her side, demanded the wee one be kept in her room. I know how scary it is. Pat was unconscious and on life support for close to two months after his hemorrhage.
How about Pat painting my toenails and putting my hair in pigtails when I was sleeping? Then threatening to make me sit through the whole first season of Sex and the City if I didn't sing eighties songs with him. I'm glad he's so... colourful. He smacks sense into me more often than not. Even when things are strained with him too.
Computer access must mean your arms are out of the braces. How are you, Cameron?
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Pat brought me in my laptop so I don't go crazy. Thing is, I've already been to Edinburgh and back, so I'm not completely incapacitated. I'm okay. Kinda just bummed right now.
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Of course, I'm sorry... it slipped my mind. How was the christening? Bummed about what?
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Yeah, it was brilliant. Perfect. The wee lad wasn't impressed at the dip in the Holy water, but other than that, it was fantastic. Life?
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I'm glad. I don't think any of my nieces or nephews were impressed with the dip either. Especially Laura's kids. Probably because they knew their mother was Satan. Is there anything I can do to make you feel less bummed about life?
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I shouldn't have laughed at that, should I? Our RJ nearly screamed the joint down and gave his new godparents the most injured, put out look the blue teary eyes could manage. Actually, I was exaggerating. Pat says I'm brooding. I'm a lot better than I was, really. Things are just hitting home a bit.
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Probably not, but it's good you're laughing. Poor RJ... I bet the godfathers tried to make it up to him and spoiled him. You still didn't say if there was anything I could do.
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They just looked like they fucked up the first ever official godfather duty. It was hilarious. That's probably because there isn't right now. Unless you can wind time back and stop the arsehole tripping me.
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I can imagine. I hope there's photos. Hm, I am good, but unfortunately not that good.
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RJ's got these huge blue eyes that are going to create havoc one day. I'm happy to be Uncle Godfather and encourage it. I think everyone in that room had cameras. I'm just stuck in hospital, bored, and really worried about my career. I don't mean to drag you down.
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One of those kids, huh? I think you'd be a wonderful Uncle Godfather. You're not dragging me down, Preston. How many times do I have to tell you that I want to listen?
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He's Lachlan's Mini Me. But a great kid. Kids are cool. You've got stuff on your plate already. You don't need my sulking to add to the stress. At least I made amends with Patto.
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I adore kids, that's for sure. I love playing the cool Aunt to Fi's brood. You're not adding to the stress, Cam. I promise. I wouldn't offer to listen if I didn't care. You did? That's great! I'm so happy for you.
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All my thoughts are repetative and boring. Monotonous and guilty. Should've seen the guy move in my peripheral vision and caught my weight. Well, he serenaded the whole ward and he got me all emotional, so it was inevitable we talked.
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You need something to break them up, Sporty Spice. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. There's no use thinking about what you should've done. That just leads to madness. I really do like your brother's style.
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How about Pat painting my toenails and putting my hair in pigtails when I was sleeping? Then threatening to make me sit through the whole first season of Sex and the City if I didn't sing eighties songs with him. I'm glad he's so... colourful. He smacks sense into me more often than not. Even when things are strained with him too.
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