People Will Surprise You
It really is funny how life’s odd moments can sneak up on you. I actually had someone famous in my house tonight.
You know the song “Eye of the Tiger”? Of course you do. Well, a member of the band who does that song, Survivor, Chris Grove, was a friend of my uncle Chuck who died last year. He came to the funeral and everything. This year he came out to take my aunt to a New Year’s party.
Now all I knew beforehand was that my aunt was dropping by with some friend named Chris. When he showed up he looked like just another over the hill rocker type to me. We talked a bit and it turns out he has the same type of dog as me. I didn’t really have the chance to say much else since a new person showing up made the dog bark like crazy so I had to go and try and calm her down.
Like anyone who grew up in the 80s I really like “Eye of the Tiger”. I’ve got it on my computer even. I wish I could have at least told the guy I liked the song and maybe got a picture with him. But no one told me this guy was actually famous until he was already gone.
On a related note, my step-great-grandma is a former classmate of Gary Sinise’s parents.
Anyway, other than that the only remarkable thing that happened tonight was he barely being able to chase my cat off my bed before she started puking. Yeah, cat vomit and rock stars. The party never ends at my place, baby
And now, I would like to present and actual conversation I had with my mother. For those who’ve heard my stories about my mom this is another classic.
So my cousin, Cainen, has been having some trouble lately. His grades suck and his mom found he’d been smoking weed. So my mom thinks I should have a talk with him.
Mom: You should talk with him. He might listen to you. You’re his uncle.
Me: What!?
Mom: You’re his uncle.
Me: Uh, he’s the son of my father’s sister. That makes him my cousin.
Mom: Oh. Well, you know I don’t understand things like that.
Me: This is just like the time you asked me what economics was.
Mom: When did I do that?
Me: Just after I got back from Japan for the first time. We were having lunch at the McDonald’s on Cassopolis Street. I was telling you about the trip and you asked me what Ms. Baker’s job was. I said “I think she teaches economics,” and you said, “What’s economics?”
Mom: Well, maybe I just know what that is by a different name.
Me: Mom, I’m going to tell you what I told you then; money stuff.
Mom: Oh.
Me: My brain hurts.
Mom: Why? Are you not feeling good?
(I die a little on the inside)
Yep, that one is right up there with the time I had to spend an hour an a half on the phone reassuring her that Saddam Hussein wasn't going to attack Japan.