a red letter day
Matt and I are taking a friend from the west coast to Salem,Ma tomorrow for "ye olde grande tour of witchcrafte"and the craziness that is Salem on October.
He's also really into architecture, so we are also going to see The house of the 7 Gables.
But because I have been in "highly drugged/brain fried/seasons changing" mode, this was our conversation this morning:
ME: We will also have to go see the house of the seven gables, because it's famous because of the story, by, um, the author.
Him: Um....
Me: You know, the red letter guy
Him: Oh yeah, what's his name. The Scarlett Letter, right?
His wife in the background, who is here on business and facilitating the trip, "You mean Nathaniel Hawthorne?"
Me: Yeah, that's who it is Nathaniel Hawthorne
Facepalms.
I was an English Literature major, on a full academic scholarship, graduated in the top ten in my class, summa cum laude, and less than ten years later I speak lolcat half the time and refer to Nathaniel Hawthorne as "the red letter guy."
A low moment in my life.
He's also really into architecture, so we are also going to see The house of the 7 Gables.
But because I have been in "highly drugged/brain fried/seasons changing" mode, this was our conversation this morning:
ME: We will also have to go see the house of the seven gables, because it's famous because of the story, by, um, the author.
Him: Um....
Me: You know, the red letter guy
Him: Oh yeah, what's his name. The Scarlett Letter, right?
His wife in the background, who is here on business and facilitating the trip, "You mean Nathaniel Hawthorne?"
Me: Yeah, that's who it is Nathaniel Hawthorne
Facepalms.
I was an English Literature major, on a full academic scholarship, graduated in the top ten in my class, summa cum laude, and less than ten years later I speak lolcat half the time and refer to Nathaniel Hawthorne as "the red letter guy."
A low moment in my life.