The Irish Lion
Well, we got through the Easter holiday with only the minimal amount of familial drama and ended up at a lovely little pub in Bloomington called the Irish Lion, where everyone got along spledidly and told tales of driving while naked!
The Drama: Mom didn't want to do Easter because she is currently in a play where she is the lead character--a Texan blonde with attitude--and hadn't memorized her lines yet. Thus, the world around her must cease, including any traditional holiday plans.
Only she didn't tell me this until I had already made plans and invited the Scotsman and taken on most of the preparation duties myself. I mean, all she had to do was show up in her own dining room and eat some food!
But... no. On THURSDAY (as in, 3 days to go) I call to ask for a roll recipe and get: "We can't do this, there will be no Easter! Find somewhere else to go! POO in general on your ridiculous plans, daughter! I have LINES to memorize!" (all screamed in a texan accent)
I knew this panic session would subside, but was upset anyway. It put "on-hold" any plans that I had already put into place and I didn't know how I was going to cook an Easter dinner on-the-fly.
Visions filled my mind of the Scotsman arriving to find me covered in flour and egg while my mom shouts lines about bull's private parts in the background.
SO, Saturday morning, she decides that we need to include my collegiate sister, the Sea Hag, in our "now it's important" celebration, and would drive two hours to go to dinner with her.
Mom would practice her lines in the car.
(Luckily, the Scotsman and I, who had had WAY too much to drink on EasterEve, fell asleep for most of the way down. Didn't have to hear much of the "texas accent".)
All in all, a good holiday
No one can get the good Scotch anymore at janeh928@yahoo.com
Well, we got through the Easter holiday with only the minimal amount of familial drama and ended up at a lovely little pub in Bloomington called the Irish Lion, where everyone got along spledidly and told tales of driving while naked!
The Drama: Mom didn't want to do Easter because she is currently in a play where she is the lead character--a Texan blonde with attitude--and hadn't memorized her lines yet. Thus, the world around her must cease, including any traditional holiday plans.
Only she didn't tell me this until I had already made plans and invited the Scotsman and taken on most of the preparation duties myself. I mean, all she had to do was show up in her own dining room and eat some food!
But... no. On THURSDAY (as in, 3 days to go) I call to ask for a roll recipe and get: "We can't do this, there will be no Easter! Find somewhere else to go! POO in general on your ridiculous plans, daughter! I have LINES to memorize!" (all screamed in a texan accent)
I knew this panic session would subside, but was upset anyway. It put "on-hold" any plans that I had already put into place and I didn't know how I was going to cook an Easter dinner on-the-fly.
Visions filled my mind of the Scotsman arriving to find me covered in flour and egg while my mom shouts lines about bull's private parts in the background.
SO, Saturday morning, she decides that we need to include my collegiate sister, the Sea Hag, in our "now it's important" celebration, and would drive two hours to go to dinner with her.
Mom would practice her lines in the car.
(Luckily, the Scotsman and I, who had had WAY too much to drink on EasterEve, fell asleep for most of the way down. Didn't have to hear much of the "texas accent".)
All in all, a good holiday
No one can get the good Scotch anymore at janeh928@yahoo.com
posted by kittybrunette at 11:24 AM
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The driving? To bloomington? Explain and I'll elaborate :)
OH, the NAKED DRIVING!!!!
haha
more on that tomorrow maybe, although those are not technically my stories, but the sea hag's boyfriend and the scotsmans' stories, and one from my mother about her younger brother!
driving is always more fun naked.
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