This is why I love me some Jon Stewart. He has the intellect of an adult, but his sense of humor can frequently be of the nudge-nudge/wink-wink variety I love so much. Last week, this segment was on his show, and I was literally crying with laughter.
Oh Jon. How I love you.
This bit reminds me of three things:
A) I know someone whose maiden name was Sue Hunt, and she has a brother named Mike. Really. Perhaps it is his community center they speak of.
B) In college, when I lived for a summer in the Lambda Chi fraternity house with a couple of my friends, a group of us stayed up one night making phone calls to people asking for Sharon Peters, Phil McCracken, and Anita Cox, just to name a few. Oh, the hilarity. I also remember a lot of beer being involved, a song written about a man who ate a whole shaved ham, and lots of pretend calls to 9-2-2, better known as the number for the WAAmbulance, as in, "I'm tired, I'm going to bed", and then "Someone call 9-2-2, she's bailing on us" and everyone says, "WAAAAAA!!!!!". Honestly, that was the best summer of my life, because every night was just complete random hilarity. And lots of beer - did I mention the beer? I love my life now, but there is something special about being 21, single, responsibility-free and still believing the world is your oyster. And thinking nothing of wearing a bikini. The last summer before reality set in. *sigh*
C) I owned a retail gift/home decor store for four years, and about six months after I opened, a woman wrote a check for her purchases. Thankfully, I stuck it in the drawer without really looking at it, because that night when I was cashing out the drawer, I saw that her name was Sharon Peters. And if I had seen that when she was standing there, I would have laughed out loud, and then probably tried to start a conversation with her about it. I can't imagine that would have gone well.
I'm sorry about Friday's lack of Whoreticulture, I did have the Variety Show for our school that night, and it went about like you would expect a Variety Show to go...microphones running out of batteries, bad stage cues, and the finale song accidentally being switched to an instrumental CD instead of the one with the lyrics, so I had to walk on stage, interrupt the finale, and say we were starting over. There goes the Oscar. But the kids were cute and had fun, and the parents who volunteered on it with me were awesomesauce and they came over for a drink afterward to commiserate about our technical difficulties, so it all ended well.
However, one tip to parents - when your child is in a show where multiple parents have put in numerous UNPAID volunteer hours, and your child hasn't shown up for ONE rehearsal? And you admit you never checked your e-mail or your child's backpack for information about the show? Don't make your first comment to the coordinator, 10 minutes after the show has ended, about how you think it could be more organized and you'd like to offer some suggestions and bring a group of people in next year to help. Because the coordinator JUST MIGHT be thinking about stabbing you in the calf. That is all.
I'm going to try to post a video of The Son doing 4 minutes of Evolution of Dance in the next day or two, I think he is pretty awesome, but I'm slightly biased. Happy Monday, and have a terrific week!