Polar Ends of the Gene Pool
My sister and had a conversation the other day - regarding clothing at my upcoming house warming party. it went something like this:
Gwen: What are you wearing?
Kelly: I was kind of planning on maybe just wearing jeans.
Gwen: WHAT? YOU CAN'T!!!! YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN'T. If you DO wear jeans, you need to at least make sure they're fabulous jeans - and wear them with cute pointy shoes and a great shirt. Can we go shopping for these thing?
Kelly: Gwen, you might have to forgive me if this isn't the soiree of the year that's in your head. I just want people to come together and have a good time...
Gwen: You're very calm. I admire that you're so calm. I wish I was calm. I think I get my nervousness from Mom. Do you think I get that from Mom? I mean, I don't want to be like this - but I'm always like this...
Kelly: All I have to say to you is this: Once, when you lived in that apartment over the camera store, I came over... I found you running around the house like a crazy woman. When I asked what was wrong, you yelled, "I'm TWENTY-FIVE years old and I've never made SOUP!!!!!!"
Gwen: I said that?
Kelly: Yep.
I'm not saying I'm never a Supersized Bowl of Freakitude... But regarding issues of wardrobe... I'm just not. Regardless, I will let my sister take me shopping for fabulous jeans, pointy shoes, and a great shirt. Who am I to spoil my party for her?
Gwen: What are you wearing?
Kelly: I was kind of planning on maybe just wearing jeans.
Gwen: WHAT? YOU CAN'T!!!! YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN'T. If you DO wear jeans, you need to at least make sure they're fabulous jeans - and wear them with cute pointy shoes and a great shirt. Can we go shopping for these thing?
Kelly: Gwen, you might have to forgive me if this isn't the soiree of the year that's in your head. I just want people to come together and have a good time...
Gwen: You're very calm. I admire that you're so calm. I wish I was calm. I think I get my nervousness from Mom. Do you think I get that from Mom? I mean, I don't want to be like this - but I'm always like this...
Kelly: All I have to say to you is this: Once, when you lived in that apartment over the camera store, I came over... I found you running around the house like a crazy woman. When I asked what was wrong, you yelled, "I'm TWENTY-FIVE years old and I've never made SOUP!!!!!!"
Gwen: I said that?
Kelly: Yep.
I'm not saying I'm never a Supersized Bowl of Freakitude... But regarding issues of wardrobe... I'm just not. Regardless, I will let my sister take me shopping for fabulous jeans, pointy shoes, and a great shirt. Who am I to spoil my party for her?
posted by Kell @ 2:59 PM
3 Comments:
At 6:24 PM,
Anonymous said…
When is the party? You realize that this major purchase of yours is making you miss Bruce Cockburn in GR - he said he will miss you. :-) JD
At 9:19 AM,
Blue Eyes said…
Is making soup a coming of age thing? I'm 26 and have never made soup.
Anyway, have a fabulous time at your housewarming party. I'm sure with the new shirt and pointy shoes you'll be the belle of the ball.
At 11:38 AM,
Kell said…
No. Making soup is not a coming of age thing, although I made my first real soup when I was younger than 25. It was egg drop. It was easy. And I didn't screw it up.
See you can't be frantic over things that although YOU personally haven't done - SOMEONE has done - done successfully - and done with the aim of being repeated... It's just a waste of a good spaz.
I'm sure there was more to it.
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