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Ya. At some point in the distant future, I'll try and retell the story (when I'm actually awake).
My mother told me it wasn't as "lively" as my stuff usually is ... and she was right. She's always right. (Which is why I adore her so.)
I was just totally not feeling it that day.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 14, 2006 at 5:15 PM
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The dinner post got pulled! Lol.
(B)
posted by
A-and-B
on April 14, 2006 at 4:44 PM
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Well, microba, at least I got a halfway decent story out of it ...
although, my mother didn't like this one very much. She just told me, "The other ones were funnier."
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 9:53 PM
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No, Brisbane,
I haven't once attempted suicide since giving up the white stuff years ago.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 9:49 PM
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Perhaps then, Cesium ...
now that some time has passed, I will be able to put the entire experience in the proper perspective.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 9:48 PM
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Yeah, I would have guessed it sooner, Ben ...
however, as I mentioned, the "sci fi" part threw me.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 9:45 PM
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Thank you, BlackPearl ...
I do think I'm slowly improving (as a storyteller) because, as I explain in my most recent post, I hadn't had a lot of previous experience doing so.
Oh, and the invite was purely a "business decision".
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 9:43 PM
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I muttered it to such an extent that I'm not sure anyone else even heard it, scriber ...
Cause these people were loud.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 9:39 PM
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lol, sorry it was so awful
posted by
microba
on April 13, 2006 at 9:11 PM
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did you?
posted by
brisbane_artist
on April 13, 2006 at 8:15 PM
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You have just experienced the phenomenon of Coyote Boring. Problem is you
really wouldn't want to gnaw off part of your brain to escape.
The beauty is in the frustration.
posted by
AlienInsomniac
on April 13, 2006 at 7:12 PM
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For the movie guess!
(B)
posted by
A-and-B
on April 13, 2006 at 5:39 PM
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Mademoiselle,
Another good story, here. I don't know if you meant for it to be funny, because it was obviously a painful experience, but you are a really good story teller. The wheezy laugh, make up with a paint roller, sticking your head in the oven to escape. All good stuff. I'm glad you weren't really driven to that point. Looking forward to the next installment. Oh yeah, and if your mom knew that they were going to be less than ideal dinner guests, why did she invite them? Just a mom thing to do, I guess. :)
posted by
BlackPearl1
on April 13, 2006 at 5:07 PM
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what has been the fall out of your walk out remark?
posted by
scriber
on April 13, 2006 at 5:06 PM
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I actually asked them if they wanted to visit the basement ...
(where my pets are housed) but, not surprisingly, they declined.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 4:27 PM
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You could have ended the dinner early if you showed them your "children".
Thanks for your constructive suggestions. I hope 8 clicks here will aid digestion over that dinner. Lol.
(B)
posted by
A-and-B
on April 13, 2006 at 2:35 PM
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Do you get invited back? Lol.
(B)
posted by
A-and-B
on April 13, 2006 at 2:31 PM
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Was it a black church, Gulliver?
It's funny, my mother didn't understand that line, either (which refers to someone who gets excited way too easily/often). I was reminded of something one of my professors once told me ... which I now seem to have forgotten, but trust me, it was appropriate in this instance.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 1:02 PM
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Thank you, SuccessWarrior ...
I will pass that suggestion on to my mother.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 12:52 PM
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Perhaps, Mason, God was in the Veal Cordon Bleu.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 12:51 PM
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In the church I grew up in, everyone clapped...
not just the odd couple who wore goofy cloths and too much makeup.
posted by
Captain_Gulliver
on April 13, 2006 at 12:39 PM
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You should get the pony just for going through that
posted by
SuccessWarrior
on April 13, 2006 at 10:43 AM
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...and God is there too... but please show me where!
posted by
MasonGarrett
on April 13, 2006 at 10:09 AM
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Jason, one of the reasons my mother predicted I would never be popular on Blogit ...
was and, I quote, "What do you have to complain about? That we never bought you a pony?"
But she's wrong ... I have plenty to complain about ... and I deserved that pony.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 8:45 AM
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Thanks for the offer, Rcky ...
however, I have enough gay male friends, as it is.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 8:41 AM
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Poor baby.
posted by
JasonScyte
on April 13, 2006 at 8:15 AM
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Madame...
In your case we'd make an exception! LOL
posted by
RckyMtnActivist
on April 13, 2006 at 8:04 AM
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Um, it said, "Men Only".
posted by
Mademoiselle
on April 13, 2006 at 8:01 AM
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Madame.....Hahahahahaha
Oh, you poor thing. You should have attended my dinner party (in today's photo blog)! LOL
posted by
RckyMtnActivist
on April 13, 2006 at 7:46 AM
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