anniversary! also plot bunny!
today is my parents' anniversary. i know i've told the story of how they met - my mom's brother and sister-in-law lived down the street from my dad's brother and sister-in-law, and the sisters-in-law knew each other from a neighborhood bridge game - but apparently my aunt pat, who was my dad's sister-in-law, talked him up to my mom a couple months ahead of time. according to my mom, the first conversation went like this:
aunt pat: i have a single brother-in-law.
mom: ok.
aunt pat: he's coming back from vietnam.
mom: ok.
aunt pat: he'll be stationed at fort devens.
mom: ok.
aunt pat: he's a doctor.
mom: ok.
aunt pat: in a year you'll be my sister-in-law.
mom: ok.
that was april 1967. my parents' first date was in july, i have no idea when they got engaged, and in april 1968 my aunt got to be right.
forty-five years, man.
there's a rerun of vikings on RIGHT NOW so of course i have to watch it. are you all watching this show? if not, why not?
thursday night i got smacked with a plot bunny that's essentially the gangster story but with girls. because the early 30s were not rife with female gangsters. (well, besides bonnie parker.) and i want to write more girls. and i've already done the research. and it's fun to think about - who the girls are, where they came from, how they know each other, why and how they start robbing banks. one of them has a boyfriend or husband who gets busted for holding up a gas station, and the girl who ends up as the getaway driver learned to drive at thirteen or fourteen so she could help haul her dad's moonshine around to customers. so she has some practice outrunning other cars and some (altho possibly not a lot) experience tinkering with them for better performance. she just has to figure out how to steal them. sadly i now want to write that instead of my bigbang. >.<
yesterday was the 80th anniversary of the repeal of prohibition. which is kind of appropriate.
aunt pat: i have a single brother-in-law.
mom: ok.
aunt pat: he's coming back from vietnam.
mom: ok.
aunt pat: he'll be stationed at fort devens.
mom: ok.
aunt pat: he's a doctor.
mom: ok.
aunt pat: in a year you'll be my sister-in-law.
mom: ok.
that was april 1967. my parents' first date was in july, i have no idea when they got engaged, and in april 1968 my aunt got to be right.
forty-five years, man.
there's a rerun of vikings on RIGHT NOW so of course i have to watch it. are you all watching this show? if not, why not?
thursday night i got smacked with a plot bunny that's essentially the gangster story but with girls. because the early 30s were not rife with female gangsters. (well, besides bonnie parker.) and i want to write more girls. and i've already done the research. and it's fun to think about - who the girls are, where they came from, how they know each other, why and how they start robbing banks. one of them has a boyfriend or husband who gets busted for holding up a gas station, and the girl who ends up as the getaway driver learned to drive at thirteen or fourteen so she could help haul her dad's moonshine around to customers. so she has some practice outrunning other cars and some (altho possibly not a lot) experience tinkering with them for better performance. she just has to figure out how to steal them. sadly i now want to write that instead of my bigbang. >.<
yesterday was the 80th anniversary of the repeal of prohibition. which is kind of appropriate.