Fundies in Undies and Other Weekend Antics

[dawn_felagund]

Friday was The Doomed Holiday Concert at the Meyerhoff Symphony Hall. I call it "doomed" because, of course, it was tainted from the get-go by that snafu earlier in the week, which has yet to be resolved by the way, although the 'gund (my evil half) is going to poke the sleeping monster later today.

Comments

[frenchpony]

Sounds like your family gatherings bear a suspicious resemblance to the gatherings of another family. One that consists of a father, his second wife, his first son by a previous marriage and his rather large family, his other two sons by his second wife, and their wives and kids. Large, loud, boisterous, and full of sullen people fuming at each other and prone to saying things out loud that they really shouldn't.

The Fundies in their Undies calendar sounds like a great idea, kind of like "Nuns Having Fun." I've already got a calendar for next year, though. Herbs.

Doesn't Adrien Brody look good in '30s clothing? I think I want him to play Fingon.

[dawn_felagund]

Sounds like your family gatherings bear a suspicious resemblance to the gatherings of another family.

Hmmm...scary. Scary but true. Well, I've always thought that my dad is a lot like Feanor. Picky, impossible to please, with an awful temper, a good deal of pride, and a passive-aggressive way of dealing with things.

I've already got a calendar for next year, though. Herbs.

Well, I don't think it'll be ready for this year anyway. I only know one fundy and I'm not sure that he'll pose in his undies for me, as (try not to be shocked at this) he doesn't like me. I think he sees me as some kind of freedom-monger for his wife.

Now, he does like Bobby, oddly enough, since Bobby can't stand him and is more open in his antipathy than I am. I wonder if I'd be comfortable with my husband trying to talk a fundy into his undies? Well, I guess if Bobby will let me do it....

Doesn't Adrien Brody look good in '30s clothing? I think I want him to play Fingon.I was thinking Finwe! During the whole movie, I was like, "He could make a decent Finwe

[frenchpony]

See, I don't think Adrien Brody is old enough to do a decent Finwë. Give him ten years or so to acquire that little extra gravitas. He's only three years older than me, therefore still into impulsive adventurer (or bewildered survivor) roles. He'll be a High King when he gets to be a little older.

[dawn_felagund]

I just have a mental image of Fingon, and it's hard to imagine anyone who does not look like my mental image of Fingon (and as far as I know, no one does) as Fingon.

But you make a valid point. Of course, by the time anyway did a Silmarillion movie, it'd probably be a moot point anyway.

[atanwende]

Actually I would like to have your strong voice. My own is rather high and girlish and I have somehow taken to speaking in a fake deep voice at university ("fake" because it somehow doesn't sound like me, I think), which probably sounds more ridiculous than my normal one. ;-) But then, I also have a habit of talking really loud in public. I do not want to know how many people know intimate details of my life just because I cannot shut up.

Your evening at the Symphony Hall reminds me a lot of visits to theatre productions. This summer I spent an evening at a production of A Midsummer-night's Dream bitching about people that were applauding within the acts. I guess those sitting around me found it somehow funny, how I was sitting there practically fuming, but it's something I just can't stand since it's incredibly hard to follow what's going on when there's some idiots who think they have to applaud at everything only remotely funny. Argh.

[dawn_felagund]

But then, I also have a habit of talking really loud in public.

Me too! Not like I can help it. But the entire Cheeburger Cheeburger restaurant probably knew about my familial difficulties after Bobby and I discussed it while waiting for our inlaws to arrive.

I guess those sitting around me found it somehow funny, how I was sitting there practically fuming, but it's something I just can't stand since it's incredibly hard to follow what's going on when there's some idiots who think they have to applaud at everything only remotely funny. Argh.I can see how that would be annoying. Very annoying. I'd imagine it's distracting to the actors too

[atanwende]

I perform in rollerskating shows and people like to applaud at what they think are Impressive Moves (tm). The problem is that what they think are Impressive Moves rarely are, and while I'm dreading breaking my neck on a jump for which they're like, "Eh."

Oh, not good. ;-) Perhaps you should hand them out little flyers, informing them about "impressive moves" and "not so impressive" moves. But then they would have to check everytime if they're allowed to applaud or not and wouldn't be able to follow your show anymore. Ok, I admit: crappy idea. :-P

But rollerkating? That's impressive. Some time ago I did a little bit of inline skating, but I was never good (but I was damned fast!!). I haven't use my sinfully expensive inline skates in years...

[dawn_felagund]

Yep. I couldn't take up anything *normal* like knitting. ;) Actually, I'm terrible on inline skates or ice skates; my rollerskates are the old school quads. You know, the kind everyone thinks died in the '70s. ;)

I can't complain, really, about some of their applause for Unimpressive Moves (tm). For example, I do a helluva spiral, which is really easy for me, but I like to hold it for six or seven seconds to see if they applaud for the duration of it. (They usually do!)

I'm not a very fast skater. At my freestyle club's open house the other day, Hubby beat me easily in a race with his inlines.

[ssotknapsack]

Of course, later, I found out that the owner bought him a beer for buying $100 worth of gift certificates, which seems as good as reason as any, but he couldn't tell my parents that, since their one of the recipients of the gift certificates. But for a while, I had this weird vision of my husband being picked up by restauranteurs in the men's room. Weird.

And NOWWWW it makes sense. *Smacks head* I thought he got picked up in the bathroom too. Doh!

As fun as Friday night was, I absolutely loved reliving it in your LJ. I LOLed (the real kind, not the "exaggerated for the sake of an acronym"-type); I laughed so hard reading it, in fact, that the lady in front of me kept turning around and glaring at me. Okay, that's not true, but shouldn't it be?

[dawn_felagund]

I laughed so hard reading it, in fact, that the lady in front of me kept turning around and glaring at me. Okay, that's not true, but shouldn't it be?

Lol! (The bona fide kind too!) Yes, it should be. Personally, I think Fundies in Their Undies will be a big hit. To recruit, I suggest we unleash you and Kirsty on the world and Bobby and I will follow behind with a big net.

That might violate civil liberties, but like they know about that! :^P

But I'm glad that my humble li'l LJ post made you laugh. :)

(And I just noticed that I made a typo in the passage you quoted. Doh! :^D)

[dawn_felagund]

Thank you! At least you all find some humor in my inability to behave in public. ;^P

Fundies, etc.

[digdigil]

No one can write up a weekend adventure like you, Dawn! Hilarious! The part about the guy giving you the evil eye was wonderful. Again, I can't believe that we're not related. I, too, have a somewhat loud, carrying voice which I inherited from my family, always nicknamed "The Loud Family", who have been asked to shush in many a restaurant, etc. However, I make it a point to NEVER talk during movies because I hate to be annoying. Instead, I usually have to shush my sister!

Re: Fundies, etc.

[dawn_felagund]

:^D Yes, I think that merely stepping out of my door is cause for adventure. Actually, sometimes I don't even have to do that. Bobby, our friend Potter, and I have a belief that the three of us could be locked into a blank white room and either get into mischief or find some form of hilarity. Besides, it's pretty well known that I can't behave in public. Hence the Fundies in Their Undies. ;)

The loud voices seem confined to my dad and me. Mom and Sharon are normal. *struggles to stop laughing at that notion* I'm not a movie talker at all, although Bobby and I will sometimes have prolonged elbow fights in our seats. But we're quiet while we do it. (And he always wins.)