Princie rang to wish me a Happy Purim, and to tell me that he loved the last blog, ‘It’s Only Words’. He said, and I quote: “That was the funniest blog ever. I wet myself laughing.” He said some stuff about Brits too, but I won’t bore you.
For those of you who complained you didn’t understand it, here’s an American colloquialism you might be familiar with: Tough Shit!
I have a confession to make now.
You know how I always said ‘my kids won’t watch violent cartoons on Saturday morning, and eat fast food at Mickey D’s?’ I did say both of those, many times. And then I caved in to insidious peer pressure from the other 5 year olds at Montessori School? Yeah. It’s like that.
I absolutely love Facebook.
No, I’m not going back and edit all those blogs. We can only go forward. ‘Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream’: Kahlil Gibran. (That doesn’t actually mean anything contextual; it’s called ‘dissembling’ as Sally the Editor from Hell would be delighted to explain to you. In great detail.)
I found this group on Facebook, from my grammar school, Our Lady of Pompeii. With pictures and discussion boards and stuff. It was so neat. Of course I joined. (Five seconds after I joined, Princie did too. I wrote on his wall ‘Copy cat!”. Hey! Walls are neat!) It was a school for Italians only (and that one is true, too, by the way; I didn’t just suddenly decide to be an Italiano one day ‘cause I was bored. There was, like, historical precedent. )
It’s really funny to see all these alums whose names end in ‘a’, ‘i’, ‘e’, and ‘o’, and then two Cohens.
I dashed off a note to Leo Verrechio, possibly the hottest boy in Philadelphia once upon a time, to say “I had a crush on you in sixth grade”. It’s never too late for full disclosure. Besides, he lives in California now. I know. Why would anybody move to California unless they were wanted in Pennsylvania? I think his famiglia might have been ‘connected’, if you get what I’m saying. Anyway, we’ve been chatting back and forth about the old neighborhood . And I’ve reminisced with other former classmates as well. I’m not certain if any of them made it to The Big House; several were strong contenders.
Anyway, it’s like… nostalgic.
How adorable is this? Princie discovered the whereabouts of the love of his life- when he was eleven. She has a store at Reading Terminal Market. He wants me to fly home to attend an OLP reunion in April. Maybe I will.
I still think much of what is on Facebook is inane and banal. I don’t give a rat’s ass if somebody is ‘looking forward to a large glass of wine’. You won’t see ‘Jeano is so looking forward to shagging Tom’s brains out on Tuesday night’ on my wall. Although, come to think of it, I am quite looking forward to …
Quickly changing the subject, I had an amusing experience at Sam the other day. I was working with Paul, whom I still take the piss out of, all the time, for accepting a donut from a strange woman. I mean a woman who was a stranger. I don’t know if she was actually strange, although giving out donuts to people you don’t know isn’t … well … normal.
When we were putting out stock, Paul handed me a book, saying ‘You’d better have this one. You’re acting more and more British every time I work with you. How long have you been here?”
It’s called ‘Xenophobe’s Guide to Americans’. I haven’t read it all yet, but I thought I’d share the opening sentence:
‘Americans are like children: noisy, curious, unable to keep a secret, not given to subtlety, and prone to misbehave in public.’
Can somebody tell me? Should we be insulted, or what? And I can keep a secret. Trust me; I know scads of peoples’ dirty business. Too bad I don’t know any poop on Xenophobe’s author; I would be sharing right this second on my Facebook wall.