Grammy Conversation

Just trying to show the world what a simple @ss I truly am:

Upon discovering Angel’s Flight right outside our hotel…
Sis: Do you believe this? It’s Angel’s Flight!
Me: It can’t be the real one. It must be a model or something.
Sis: (Arching eyebrow) A model or something?
Me: OMG…it IS the real one, isn’t it?

Deciding what to do for lunch…
Me: Want to get a sandwich in this little store and eat by the fountain?
Sis: Yeah, nothing seems to be open around here on Sunday before noon.
Store Clerk: Do you want me to grill that sandwich for you?
Me: I’m sorry?
Clerk: (Enunciating more clearly) Do you want me to grill that for you?!
Me: I’m sorry…I’m not hearing you very well…what was that again?
Clerk: (Even more loudly and clearly) Do you want me to grill that for you?!?!?
Me: (to Sis on the way out the door) I couldn’t hear a word she was saying...could you?
Sis: Do you want me to grill that for you?

While sitting around a funky fountain, next to Angel’s Flight, eating an un-grilled sammich…
Me: Where could that group of beautiful people be going at 11:30 in the morning on Grammy day dressed in sparkles and spangles like that?
Sis: I don’t know. Maybe a wedding.
Me: Nobody gets married on a Sunday.
Other pair of hicks sitting around the fountain: Where are you folks going all dolled up?
Sparkly People: We’re going to the Grammy’s!
Me: How could you be dressed like that now for a show that starts at 8PM? They must be d*cks.
Sis: I don’t know; maybe they’re the official greeters. Maybe they have somewhere to go before the show. Or maybe they are d*cks.

While getting dressed for the show…
Me: Are you wearing gold or silver?
Sis: I haven’t made up my mind. How does this look?
Me: Good. How does this look?
Sis: Good. Is this pin better up here or down a little lower?
Me: Not sure…move it down so I can see it again. Is this queer?
Sis: No, but I like the other one better. I don’t love this pin. Should I scrap the pin altogether?
Me: I don't know.
Sis: Well I’m ready to go.
Me: Me too.
Sis: You’re not wearing pants.
Me: I meant; I’m completely ready except for pants.

In the lobby waiting for our “transfer” to the show…
Me: (Looking at ticket) Oh. The Pre-telecast doors opened at 12:30 today. That’s prolly where those sparkly people were going.
Sis: Yeah. And yet you were bound and determined that they were the d*cks.
Me: This time difference has me all f*d up.

J-O-B

So I started working a second job in December. And this little part-time job has totally taken the pressure off the bank account. Now when I go to pay the bills, there's a little extra ching in checking. And when I have a night off, I do laundry and cook and clean the house, instead of laying on the couch and feeling bad about not doing the laundry and cooking and cleaning.

Only so far I've worked Christmas Day, New Year's Day, the OSU-LSU game, and every stinking NFL playoff game ever televised in the free world. And I'm scheduled for 4-10 on Super Bowl Sunday.

It's a trade off.

And for me right here and right now? While it's cold and snowy and ugly and dark in Ohio? It's totally worth it.

Art?

Or lack of knowledge of new camera??

Shopping?

Since neither the boy or I have bought a single Christmas anything yet, we mapped out a plan to buy everything we could possibly need (gifts, food, alcohol, various sundries) through New Year's and headed to the to the mall. We debated going to dinner and then shopping vs shopping then dinner and determined that we'd shop first and eat at a place where we could have cocktails....because cocktails BEFORE shopping never really works out for me.

We bought one magical gift that we're sure the recipient will love in the first ten seconds we were at the mall, then wandered around for 45 more minutes looking at a bunch of cr@p we'd like to buy for ourselves if we hit the lotto. We got to Target and wound up in the Christmas aisle, looking at exterior illumination.

Me: You're not even putting up lights outside this year, are you?
D: No, because I don't want to have to take them all down.
Me: Then what are we doing here? We should be buying gifts!
D: I feel like we buy the same stuff every year.
Me: I'm just not feeling it either. I have no idea what to get anyone!
D: Me either. And I'm starving.
Me: Maybe we should go to BW3 and regroup.

So $34 and two huge drafts later, with full bellies and a slight buzz (and still no friggin idea what to get anybody for Christmas) we go food/booze shopping. We spent $75 at the liquor store, $40 on beer/wine and $70 on junk food; then came home and played Scrabble all evening.

Hope D's g/f LOVES her gift, cuz it looks like everyone else on our list will be getting snack food or booze.