fpdg: it's a sign
uh-oh! back in chicago, just in time to catch something bad before three big shows this weekend. i sneezed very quietly at the columbus air-p on the way back, and an elderly woman cutely said "well, that's a souvenir you don't want to take home". i laughed, then i decked her.
so, after a rough night of (no) sleep, i finally passed out and woke with no voice (yikes!), but with no more pain. the voice robber was merciful. i guess i better not talk 'til i gotta.
but, the real reason i set the scene, there, was to let you know what melodious strain woke me in my gorgeous bar corridor:
"let's get (clap, clap)
B-L-A-S...ted!
let's get (clap, clap)
B-L-A-S...ted!"
-three dudes
all fine and good, except it was 10:20 am.
ga-gong?
okay, so those dudes know it's friday, and it's time for the FRIDAY-PSEUDO-DRINKING GAME! it's multi-themed, since so much is afoot.
i've never:
missed someone i "shouldn't" on a holiday
lost my voice at a precarious time
worked a strange seasonal job that not many know about (on college breaks, or in adult life)
(remember, you drink if you have. get to comments and get b-l-a-s...ted!)
posted by tara d. @ 10:40 AM
5 Comments:
yes, for those who have come here to answer, this means i have done all three things. i can't post 'em if i haven't, and this goes for every fpdg that has happened.
1. drink: of course. ended relationship woes here and there, the shouldicalls or shouldiresponds. those are tough. not naming names, so eat it.
2. drank: yes, like now- i constantly am losing my voice usually at/during csz shows. especially if i'm reffing, maybe only if i'm reffing. i like to get all riled up. riled! but this one is just a cold before iO & csz... yikes! hang in t. i think it's usually strain/stress induced.
3. drunk: i've had some weird ones, like the MFs jobs, but one of the worst-best was UPS. yes, UPS. i was a "jumper" (the person that rode around with the driver and ran to the door with boxes) for a month, twice. my university was on quarters, so we had big holiday breaks. you got 12 bones an hour for this, which then, was like ROLLING IN CA$H MONEY, DOG!, so i did it. there are about a zillion stories from this time period. and yes, i wore the uniform.
did somebody have a package they need handled? (cues stripper music)
1. Drink. Her name was Tahan. She had the finest coat I've ever seen. It still hurts to think about it. I see those stripes in my dreams . . .
2. Not drink. I've never lost my voice, and, truth be told, even if I did, it wouldn't be a major issue. I use it mostly to make non-specific threatening noises to scare and amaze onlookers. If I lost it, I would simply shift gears from "fearsome" to "ominous." Problem solved.
3. Drink. FedEx. Small world, huh? The uniform never fit right.
Yes, I have a package that needs handling.
howie (kris), what the hell are spicy wedges? i'm imagining them like the things you get at kfc - potato things.
it'd be funny if i was wrong somehow.
montecore's revenge - ever the mystery - how are you?
i think it's great that you have the profile of a safari cat, yet you worked for fedex.
curious.
vince!
USA!
i've gotta listen to that.
(dominick the singing donkey was a big joke this christmas back home.)
keep 'em coming, people. i love it. tracy and chrissy, after your demands, you better answer this shit.
p.s., my "word verification" below this time was "velvtay". mmmm, velvtay. or velvtay in the win.
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