I wish that it was. I bet she’d have a good one.
Although she clearly lied about “never having been to alaska,” we at theteet.blogspot.com would like to congratulate jessm for a fine, full plate she has gathered for herself since we last saw her actual human face back in ‘Nam. the most notable side dish involves studying in (and soon after becoming president of) the Great Territory of Alaska. The Caribou State. The Commonwealth of Polar Bears, etc. She is likely packing up the rest of her life into boxes as we speak. At her goodbye party last night in Hudson, Ohio. I could no have been more pleased with several familiarities, including; the handshake, a puzzle table, a creepy kitten T-shirt as well as several mannerisms and delightful slogans too plentiful to list here. I love Jessica Meyer.
And as if that wasn’t enough, I got to put a FACE with the name WITHOUT A FACE. I hope that wasn’t a one-time-only thing, as she seems even better than her celebrated online character.
AND AND I got to experience the real-time face of C. Loya, aka, The Prosecution. If she is that good at her job after a few beers (I had to go outside and smoke 3 packs of cigarettes, I was so rattled) then I can only imagine her real-life capabilities. But her true skillz set might be best utilized in the food service industry. Cat is a dynamite clambaker. Also good at the less lucrative career of making me laugh.
But wait, there’s more.
I got to spend the 15th weekend in a row with Our Hero Crankin, who devoted her hours to little ol’ theteet (in lieu of her roomy’s birthday party being held at a favored bar establishment scheduled to close very soon.) (Double-Ouch!) Before the party, I spent some time checking out her homemade farmhouse. It gave me great hope for the future. Upon entering Hudson, Crankin gave me the courage to keep driving to the party. Hudson is a very intimidating place, especially once you’ve driven past the ghetto. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Next time I’ll start drinking on the way up. (Not funny?)
The Meyer and Cantoni ‘rents were available for meeting/hosting/hilarious interactions with the kids. Bad timing prevented me from saying the ‘Caaaaaannnntttoooonnii, eh?’ thing I’ve been dreaming about since I was a little girl, but oh well. Maybe next holiday.
And as always, I had great and not once terrible conversation with my old pal Christopher Cantoni, who, excitedly, has decided to once again take my telephone calls despite some correspondence from me of late that folks in the industry call ‘Bitchy.’ His older but larger brother, Bob Cantoni, (a boy genius) got in a few quality jabs, i.e., just about every taboo subject matter possible, but it’s really part of his charm. Am I right, ladies?
Mr. and Mrs. Fellers-Henrickson were also in attendance. Did you know that the girl formerly known as Fellers ran 16 miles, like, the day before yesterday? They have a house now and two cats and confirmed rumors that once you get married to your college sweetheart, you never have anymore problems in life, ever. It’s in the Bible. Rock on!
The evening ended with a physical representation of Talya Strader, who offered some Intelligenstia coffee maybe not directly to me, but I finagled some out of Crankin. Considering I didn’t pull into the driveway until post-3a.m., it is totally understandable that now, at 5:30 p.m., i am just sitting down with a cup and the morning paper.
In conclusion: Despite my heavy reliance on the printed word, human people are far superior to Internet people and college still haunts me, but in the best sense of the words and this freakin’ coffee is awesome-tasting. Also, I love everyone. That was another conclusion.
Here’s to 2010-11.
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