The Dealbreaker Game
I went to the work-sponsored yoga last night. It was great; I think I'll make a habit of going. This does not indicate that YOGA BLOWS no more, because it still does--or rather, it still can. But I like our instructor here. She brings on the burn without 1000-degree-plus heat.
Today I walked down to the ghetto hamburger stand called Twin Castle. They sell hamburgers, tacos, chow mein, and ice cream. Probably they sell gyros, too--I've never checked. I've only had their soft serve ice cream, which is $1.09 for a small cone. The ice cream is pure white and slightly icey, and the cones are pointy on the bottom and stale. I ate the ice cream cone while walking back to work and wondered what soft serve is made of. Once I heard that soft serve ice cream--"frozen custard," it's called sometimes--is made of nonfat dry milk powder and vegetable oil. Maybe I'll research it and get back to you all on that.
I never wrote about the wonderful things I did on my trip to New York. I'll divide it into two lists.
List I: Song Kari, Brown and I sang in our private kareoke room.
If I Could Turn Back Time (Cher)
Girls and Boys (Blur)
La Isla Bonita (Madonna)
Copicabana (B. Mannilow)
Cabaret (Liza Minelli?)
Eye of the Tiger (Survivor)
Everybody's Talkin' (Harry Nilsson)
Escape (The Pina Colada Song) (Rupert Evans)
Enter Sandman (Metallica)
Suspicious Minds (Elvis)
Do You Remember Rock'n'Roll Radio (Ramones)
...and others, too many to recall
List II: The Game Brown and I Invented. We played this game on and off for four hours on a drizzly afternoon while walking through museums, waiting for food to arrive, and riding the subway. Let's say you meet this great guy/girl whith all of the qualities you look for in someone, and you really hit it off. Maybe you go on four or five dates, whatever. But there's this one thing about them. Is it a dealbreaker? What if that person...
-had that space on the bridge of their nose (right between the eyes) pierced?
-had dreadlocks?
-was white and had dreadlocks?
-smoked?
-smoked inside the house?
-had really creepy long fingernails?
-sincerely loved Celine Dion and made trips to Las Vegas to see her perform?
-was a bodybuilder?
-was a vegan?
-was a vegan and didn't want you to eat meat or dairy?
-kept Kosher and could not eat most of the things you made to share?
-didn't drink alcohol?
-drank an awful lot of alcohol--enough to make you wonder.
-ate mostly fast food?
-was a famous writer but you didn't care for their writing?
-was Matt Damon, except he turned out to be *really cool* in person?
-was bisexual?
-had permanent onion breath?
-had a very prominent bad tattoo?
-was a conrevative Republican?
...and so on
Today I walked down to the ghetto hamburger stand called Twin Castle. They sell hamburgers, tacos, chow mein, and ice cream. Probably they sell gyros, too--I've never checked. I've only had their soft serve ice cream, which is $1.09 for a small cone. The ice cream is pure white and slightly icey, and the cones are pointy on the bottom and stale. I ate the ice cream cone while walking back to work and wondered what soft serve is made of. Once I heard that soft serve ice cream--"frozen custard," it's called sometimes--is made of nonfat dry milk powder and vegetable oil. Maybe I'll research it and get back to you all on that.
I never wrote about the wonderful things I did on my trip to New York. I'll divide it into two lists.
List I: Song Kari, Brown and I sang in our private kareoke room.
If I Could Turn Back Time (Cher)
Girls and Boys (Blur)
La Isla Bonita (Madonna)
Copicabana (B. Mannilow)
Cabaret (Liza Minelli?)
Eye of the Tiger (Survivor)
Everybody's Talkin' (Harry Nilsson)
Escape (The Pina Colada Song) (Rupert Evans)
Enter Sandman (Metallica)
Suspicious Minds (Elvis)
Do You Remember Rock'n'Roll Radio (Ramones)
...and others, too many to recall
List II: The Game Brown and I Invented. We played this game on and off for four hours on a drizzly afternoon while walking through museums, waiting for food to arrive, and riding the subway. Let's say you meet this great guy/girl whith all of the qualities you look for in someone, and you really hit it off. Maybe you go on four or five dates, whatever. But there's this one thing about them. Is it a dealbreaker? What if that person...
-had that space on the bridge of their nose (right between the eyes) pierced?
-had dreadlocks?
-was white and had dreadlocks?
-smoked?
-smoked inside the house?
-had really creepy long fingernails?
-sincerely loved Celine Dion and made trips to Las Vegas to see her perform?
-was a bodybuilder?
-was a vegan?
-was a vegan and didn't want you to eat meat or dairy?
-kept Kosher and could not eat most of the things you made to share?
-didn't drink alcohol?
-drank an awful lot of alcohol--enough to make you wonder.
-ate mostly fast food?
-was a famous writer but you didn't care for their writing?
-was Matt Damon, except he turned out to be *really cool* in person?
-was bisexual?
-had permanent onion breath?
-had a very prominent bad tattoo?
-was a conrevative Republican?
...and so on
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What about kinda balding and too many freckles?
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