A night with the Che Bell Band
Went out to a close-by bar to see my friend Che's band perform. I just did the math; I think she & I have been friends for 17 years now. It was last-minute and I was tired, but I'm glad I went; it was good to see her and she mixed some of her original work into the set (which was otherwise straight-up '60s rock & roll covers).
Conversations:
Me: Why am I always the Ray?
Her: Because you look like him and you're both Polish.
Me: Damn Polacks.
(No, she was not thinking of Ray K.)
Her: Emily's an atheist now.
Me: ONE OF US, ONE OF US.
Her: No, I mean, she's like a little Dawkins slave.
Me: Hey, I was raised on Dawkins!
(Later)
Her: When you have kids, can I be a godmother?
Me: Atheists don't HAVE godmothers.
Her: So?
She gets her bar exam results back later this week, on her birthday. So it's either gonna be a really good birthday, or a really lousy one.
Conversations:
Me: Why am I always the Ray?
Her: Because you look like him and you're both Polish.
Me: Damn Polacks.
(No, she was not thinking of Ray K.)
Her: Emily's an atheist now.
Me: ONE OF US, ONE OF US.
Her: No, I mean, she's like a little Dawkins slave.
Me: Hey, I was raised on Dawkins!
(Later)
Her: When you have kids, can I be a godmother?
Me: Atheists don't HAVE godmothers.
Her: So?
She gets her bar exam results back later this week, on her birthday. So it's either gonna be a really good birthday, or a really lousy one.