Got Game
She:"They're...they're...What do call those people who go to the games? Ball game people?" Me: "Ummmm...fans?" She:"Yeah, yeah! Fans! I'm losing my fuckin' mind."
White by Blacklight
She: "I wanted to smack her down. You know I've appointed myself your champion." Me: "You're my white knight?" She: "More like baby-shit yellow." Me: "I meant your aura was white." She: "Oh, oh! Yeah, you can see my white aura with a blacklight."
There is no g*d within these walls…
She: "My mother called me first thing this morning to remind me that He was watching over me." Me: "He? Alan Greenspan?" She: "No, think higher." Me: "Higher than Alan Greenspan? I'm not sure I follow you." She (intones): "For Alan is the alpha and the omega..." Me: "More like
Meeting of the Melons
Me: "Of course, we'll need a back up plan in case we can no longer pick your brain." She: "You mean, in case my head explodes like a ripe melon." Me: "Yes, though I have no problem with that." She: "Others can't stand the rinds and the guts...it's messy." Me:
G’bye ‘Berg
The Old Heidelberg Restaurant, one of my old college haunts, burned down last night. I have many fond memories of the place -- skipping Psych 101 classes to eat chocolate cake with Shai, taking the S.C.U.B.A. group to eat after weekend lessons, hanging out... I had the chance to visit
Phobia
She: "You want to go to Renfaire next weekend?" Me: "I don't know...I'll miss the pretty planes buzzing downtown Chicago. I've been looking forward to sonic booms and what-all." She: "Men in chain mail." Me: "Alrighty then, I'm in." She: "Great, I've got the perfect costume for you: belly dancer!"
