The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You



That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.

Thursday, August 30, 2007



hi from cabo! i'm blogging on behalf of hannah and myself while she's getting her toenails repainted beneath the palm cabana! things we are not doing:

1. being introduced at wofford's faculty orientation as "lecturer professor mary frances morgan." also, after i haven't sat down, the academic dean is not bellowing into his tie microphone, "mary frances, stand up again and wave at the audience so they know what you look like!"

2. blogging.

3. waiting on table 2, who leaves 3$ on 49.97. whatever. like their babaganuj wasn't off the chain.

4. definitely not yelling at hannah for being tan (as in, "how is it happening?! i'm tanning every day and hardly look darker than liam neeson!") to which she is not replying, "it's my ethnicity! i can't help it! stop yelling!)

5. not recovering from a surprise performance/interview from/with kathleen turner at govvie's school, who is bellowing at the students to BE BRAVE!!! DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO FOR YOUR ART! EVEN IF THAT MEANS WAITING TABLES!!! but she's addressing 16 year-olds. i'm not sure she means 26 year-olds should be doing the same...

6. not listening to my mother tell my father about the blog, then ask him: do you know what "hits" even means? he, in turn, is socking her on the shoulder repeatedly, going: 1, 2, 3...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

k. turner is scary to me now. those shoulders, yowza. and her voice, well, i like to not think about it.