Thank you for being a frieeeend
I'm watching The Golden Girls. I don't recall whether or not I've written about this, but amongst Joe's friendship and some wonderful memories in the sky and on the beach, my appreciation for The Golden Girls is one of the few good things I brought back from Florida. I fucking love that show. I watch it any time I see that it's on. It's superbly written.
I don't really recall why I started watching it while I was in Florida. I think it was just the only thing on in the morning when I got home from dropping Bill off at FAU. I figured, it's about four women in South Florida; let's see how crazy things are for them, huh? Holy hell was that a good idea. I have a love for Bea Arthur I 'll never shake. I relate to her character on a deeper level than I can explain. A tall, sarcastic woman surrounded daily by eight kinds of crazy and made bitter by a combination of a history of untrustworthy partners and a mother with an overabundance of loaded advice.
Of course, Bea Arthur dies while I'm in Florida.
The writers on the show did a better job back then of honestly addressing issues of racism, sexism, abuses, etc. I'm taken aback from time to time by the mere presence of some elements of the episodes. Today, you couldn't dream of finding the concept of doctor-patient sexual abuse being taken seriously on a hit sitcom, for example. They did't pretend they lived in a perfect world. They added dimension to all characters, and consistently represented the real world concept of being taken for a ride. There's no better place than Florida for that kind of schooling. Bill and I equally enjoy the show and it's become a staple in our hey-there-has-got-to-be-something-better-on-than-King-of-the-Hill-or-Family-Guy moments.
Moving forward with the passport/visa requirements for our upcoming trip is not going smoothly. Bill and I woke up extra early on Sunday morn, drove to Metropark from Lila's house (where Bill and I had to withstand a weekend of my family members' crazy, loud, yelling-like-only-Trinidadians-can ways as we tried to bury ourselves in episodes of SVU and Bridezillas [which is a crazy show, by the way]), and trained & subwayed our asses to the Trinidadian consulate on Fulton St. We got there an hour and a half before the place opened, walked inside to the front desk, BOOM! Closed for Trinidadian Independence Day.
...Damn. I am such a bad nationalist. And the thing is, everyone in the house was talking about T&T Independence Day the day before. Didn't click for any of us.
So I guess we're going to re-retry at some point maybe next week. I'm getting this bloody passport extension.
To make some extra cash, I've decided to apply for a position as a substitute teacher. I don't know anyone who's going to hire me for four months, and I'd rather leave the house to earn some extra cash than work the phone lines while Bill's home. That'd just be... weird.
I talked to Dr. Gallenger about it and he thinks it's a snazzy idea. Oh shit. I have to get back to him about another meet up.
PS - Nick, did I ever send you that prologue?
I don't really recall why I started watching it while I was in Florida. I think it was just the only thing on in the morning when I got home from dropping Bill off at FAU. I figured, it's about four women in South Florida; let's see how crazy things are for them, huh? Holy hell was that a good idea. I have a love for Bea Arthur I 'll never shake. I relate to her character on a deeper level than I can explain. A tall, sarcastic woman surrounded daily by eight kinds of crazy and made bitter by a combination of a history of untrustworthy partners and a mother with an overabundance of loaded advice.
Of course, Bea Arthur dies while I'm in Florida.
The writers on the show did a better job back then of honestly addressing issues of racism, sexism, abuses, etc. I'm taken aback from time to time by the mere presence of some elements of the episodes. Today, you couldn't dream of finding the concept of doctor-patient sexual abuse being taken seriously on a hit sitcom, for example. They did't pretend they lived in a perfect world. They added dimension to all characters, and consistently represented the real world concept of being taken for a ride. There's no better place than Florida for that kind of schooling. Bill and I equally enjoy the show and it's become a staple in our hey-there-has-got-to-be-something-better-on-than-King-of-the-Hill-or-Family-Guy moments.
Moving forward with the passport/visa requirements for our upcoming trip is not going smoothly. Bill and I woke up extra early on Sunday morn, drove to Metropark from Lila's house (where Bill and I had to withstand a weekend of my family members' crazy, loud, yelling-like-only-Trinidadians-can ways as we tried to bury ourselves in episodes of SVU and Bridezillas [which is a crazy show, by the way]), and trained & subwayed our asses to the Trinidadian consulate on Fulton St. We got there an hour and a half before the place opened, walked inside to the front desk, BOOM! Closed for Trinidadian Independence Day.
...Damn. I am such a bad nationalist. And the thing is, everyone in the house was talking about T&T Independence Day the day before. Didn't click for any of us.
So I guess we're going to re-retry at some point maybe next week. I'm getting this bloody passport extension.
To make some extra cash, I've decided to apply for a position as a substitute teacher. I don't know anyone who's going to hire me for four months, and I'd rather leave the house to earn some extra cash than work the phone lines while Bill's home. That'd just be... weird.
I talked to Dr. Gallenger about it and he thinks it's a snazzy idea. Oh shit. I have to get back to him about another meet up.
PS - Nick, did I ever send you that prologue?