One for the money, two for the show
Storytime, yay! Or maybe I should term this "rambling time"...
My uncle's birthday was, apparently, a few weeks ago - don't look at me like that. This is not the half of the family I keep in touch with. At all. Ever. And they, in generous reciprocation, have had uber-minimal contact with my little nuclear family since I was probably 9. I'm a great niece, but I'm a great niece to the uncles and aunts who bother to stay in touch - and I got an incredibly random invitation yesterday to go celebrate his birthday on Saturday. Which, okay, if they'd given me an extra week to think about it, probably would have happened. But three days notice doesn't cut it, and besides, the invitation was weird. For someone who doesn't keep up with basketball at all.
Relative on Telephone: So [Cousin] decided to rent a skybox at the Friar's game this Saturday, and I wanted to see you you were interested in coming. There'll be food and stuff; it won't be only basketball. (This, btw, was a relative who knew me a little better than the others.)
Me: Oh, gee. That sounds...great.
Meanwhile, I'm thinking to myself: who the hell wants to watch a bunch of fat old men in brown robes injure themselves trying to dunk on each other? God, I knew the [Vests]'s were Catholic, but I had no idea they were that Catholic, I mean, how weird of a fundraiser is that? Why on earth would they want to go? Is this a regular occurrence? Do they play against other churches? Dioceses? What happens when a player is caught doping: 500 Hail Mary's? How the hell are there this many friars left? I thought that was a Protestant thing, wasn't it? Is there betting? I would want to put 500 on "the first one to have heart palpitations" category. (And it devolved from there.)
Still Me: Oh, but you know what? Uh, I'm taking care of a...::searches brain desperately:: a dog. And, uh, a cat. Saturday. Yeah. ::shift in seat::
RoT: Oh that's too bad. [Conversation gets even more boring from here.]
So. Those Friars? Turns out they're the Providence College Big East basketball team. So much for my visions of tonsured, sweaty Catholic studs tearing up the court, grabbing each other by their rosaries. Sigh. Why is life always so much less awesome than my visions of it?
Oh, and to make this rambling even slightly interesting:
If you haven't read this, you should. Southland, Cooper/Sherman. Because my show came back for a second season! And it was fucking brilliant! And YOU NEED TO READ THIS, PLS. It's absolutely understandable without seeing any of the damn shows, but it is infinitely more enjoyable if read as a coda to the premiere of the second season.
My uncle's birthday was, apparently, a few weeks ago - don't look at me like that. This is not the half of the family I keep in touch with. At all. Ever. And they, in generous reciprocation, have had uber-minimal contact with my little nuclear family since I was probably 9. I'm a great niece, but I'm a great niece to the uncles and aunts who bother to stay in touch - and I got an incredibly random invitation yesterday to go celebrate his birthday on Saturday. Which, okay, if they'd given me an extra week to think about it, probably would have happened. But three days notice doesn't cut it, and besides, the invitation was weird. For someone who doesn't keep up with basketball at all.
Relative on Telephone: So [Cousin] decided to rent a skybox at the Friar's game this Saturday, and I wanted to see you you were interested in coming. There'll be food and stuff; it won't be only basketball. (This, btw, was a relative who knew me a little better than the others.)
Me: Oh, gee. That sounds...great.
Meanwhile, I'm thinking to myself: who the hell wants to watch a bunch of fat old men in brown robes injure themselves trying to dunk on each other? God, I knew the [Vests]'s were Catholic, but I had no idea they were that Catholic, I mean, how weird of a fundraiser is that? Why on earth would they want to go? Is this a regular occurrence? Do they play against other churches? Dioceses? What happens when a player is caught doping: 500 Hail Mary's? How the hell are there this many friars left? I thought that was a Protestant thing, wasn't it? Is there betting? I would want to put 500 on "the first one to have heart palpitations" category. (And it devolved from there.)
Still Me: Oh, but you know what? Uh, I'm taking care of a...::searches brain desperately:: a dog. And, uh, a cat. Saturday. Yeah. ::shift in seat::
RoT: Oh that's too bad. [Conversation gets even more boring from here.]
So. Those Friars? Turns out they're the Providence College Big East basketball team. So much for my visions of tonsured, sweaty Catholic studs tearing up the court, grabbing each other by their rosaries. Sigh. Why is life always so much less awesome than my visions of it?
Oh, and to make this rambling even slightly interesting:
If you haven't read this, you should. Southland, Cooper/Sherman. Because my show came back for a second season! And it was fucking brilliant! And YOU NEED TO READ THIS, PLS. It's absolutely understandable without seeing any of the damn shows, but it is infinitely more enjoyable if read as a coda to the premiere of the second season.