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Adventure Island
Captain Redscarf: “How d’ye like me tattoo, salty wench?” Island Princess: “It’s peeling.” Captain Redscarf: “Aye. Me tattoo artist be a poxy drunken knave.” Island Princess, politely: “Oh, be he?” Finer Things attempted to read Robinson Crusoe this month, but failed, because it’s hard to spend three hundred pages with an utter douchebag. No one … Continue reading
A day at the beach
From my perspective: surf soothe kite color sun sky sand ahh From Molly’s perspective: noise people noise people noise people augh
A good day
Yesterday I took Strawberry to Fort Mason for the first time. Here you see us looking at the Golden Gate Bridge, and a seagull. Word count: 1,160. The sentence that was waiting for me from my last writing session: “Who knew Roscoe was such a film buff?” I walked to the harbor to watch the … Continue reading
Adult fun
Kids at Disneyland are very constrained. They can’t get more than a few steps from their parents without being lost in the crowd, so they’re not allowed to run loose. Even on Tom Sawyer’s Island, the many cameras ensure that a cast member arrives speedily to chastise any kids who leave the trails to climb … Continue reading
Equation
Champagne + fairy tales + fitting into a princess dress I thought I had outgrown = gleeful spinning. More Finer Things Club.
Adam has a conversation with a stranger in Vegas
“Okay, we’ve been watching you, and I had to come over and ask: one guy and seven girls. How are you doing that? I mean, I’m here with my bachelor party. What is this?” “My bachelor party.” “…” [To his friends] “You guys suck.”
Vegas
In Vegas, beauty equals currency. Beautiful women jump to the front of the lines. Men buy them drinks. They don’t pay the cover charge. As an ordinary woman, you start to think in terms of big changes to be made, weight to lose and hair products to buy. You too want to be first in … Continue reading
And I said “What about Breakfast at Tiffany’s?” She said “I think that I remember the film.”
Actually, Michele said “What about Breakfast at Tiffany’s?” We all concurred, kinda remembering the film, and so that is what Finer Things read this month. Photo lovers, knock yourselves out.
Christmas in Oxfordshire
Gene: One of my friends really likes this wine. Me: Whom? [blinks] Wait, I can’t say ‘whom’ there. Graham: No, certainly not. ‘Whom’ is the accusative case. Me: But that’s how one ought to address one’s boyfriend. In the accusative. Example: WHOM YOU BEEN JEEPIN’ WITH, BOYFRIEND? The grammar queen. Aw yeah.