Till The Atlantic's Dry |
gazelles and scurvy My mother decided we were going out for brunch. It was an interesting experience. My grandfather was hitting on the waitress. My grandmother hugged her on the way out. The waitress was so pleased that i ordered the only vegetarian thing on the menu...a slice of vegetarian pizza. It looked really good...and there were no onions, as i had asked for it without onions, so i was happy...but there was a cooked and decaying fly in one of the olive slices. I told the waitress, just so she could check out her olives for future reference...but she took away the pizza and made a new one. I felt really bad, she was so embarassed. She got me a new slice, but there was more onion in it than there was cheese and crust combined. I don't know if it was intentional or not...i didn't tell her, but she noticed when she saw the huge mound of uneaten onion slices at the side of my plate. she said: "You really should eat your onions. That way you won't get scurvy the next time you're crossing the Atlantic." um. The horseraces. I don't gamble, but mine gosh, the noise of horseheads at a race would obliterate the noise made by fruheads at a fruvous show. speaking of that, there was one horse named Moxy. He was leading at one point, but he went on hiatus far too soon, and finished in 5th place. My grandfather made 500 dollars. My mother made 3 dollars. My grandma stayed home and watched Young And The Restless. wow. A lot of money, olives, and cathode rays were wasted today. That's the spirit of Victoria Day! I'm playing tonight at the Quinte Pier. It's only partly exciting, because i still don't have very much voice, but i am feeling better. I had wanted to do a few Martina covers but i think that'll have to wait for a day when my voice doesn't sound like i'm strangling a gazelle. I don't know many songs that sound good with a raspy and squeaky voice. if i new how to play grunge, i'd do a grunge set. :) more after this musical disaster :) |
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