…to play each other for a fool.
But I did, anyhow.
I spent a goodly bit of the morning trying to convince my immediate family that I was expecting our second kid before the end of the year. Oh, the hilarity of mass emails. Here’s how it went down:
-Kate, the savviest and quickest on the email draw of all of ’em, thought it was hilarious.
-Kate’s second email reminded me of the time I put ice cubes in shoes and forgot the “baggie” part. (Look- this kind of awesome wit takes a few years to hone.)
-Tom was stoked at the beginning of the email…and then a little disappointed by the “April Fool’s” line. I regret this.
-My mother, with a point for snappy comeback, pretended she was unable to read to the end- but would later- and was SO EXCITED for us. (I responded with a ‘p.p.s.’ saying that, with futuristic technology, I already knew that they’d be twins. Mazel tov!)
-Emily, apparently unable to read to the end of the email because she was on the commuter line (It’s not a trial subscription of the NY Times, E, you can read beyond the headline), was genuinely excited. She even convinced our nephew Cole to call me up and scream ‘Congratulations!’ That part was fabulous, even if Em is no longer speaking to me.
-Rachel, my father, and- most notably- P.J., have yet to check their email. (That last one is the most troubling. Maybe he did read the email and is now drinking away the morning. He’s a busy guy. Maybe he didn’t read to the end, either? He could have been on a commuter line.)
And now, for the real news.
Or something I like to call All Of These Thoughts Occurred During Twenty Minutes In The Car With The Radio On:
-There is a band called Rock Sugar. The track I heard was a mashup of “Don’t Stop Believing” and “Enter Sandman,” called “Don’t Stop The Sandman.” It’s like they knew I’d be listening and wanted me to cry tears of gratitude. Unfortunately, the closet they’re coming to Chicago is Elgin, IL. We’ll probably miss the tour, this go-round. But now I am aware.
-Different station said they’d be playing “all Vans, all the time.” Off the top of my head I listed Van Morrison, Van Halen (Van Hagar, potentially?), maybe Ludwig van Beethoven? Throw in a showing of Van Helsing and I will not leave the car.
-New station: new question. When did Cher become Cher? If you listen carefully- or actually not that carefully- there’s a big difference between “I’ve Got You, Babe” and “Believe.” Okay, there’s a lot of differences. But specifically, vocal quality and mouth shape. When did Cher’s mouth shape become a parody of a drag queen’s impersonation of a Cher song? Think about it. And discuss.
-And finally, there’s a Telemundo ad for a new show called Donde’ Esta Elisa(?) that I am absolutely going to watch. They got me- and I hated them for this- by plastering ‘missing’ posters all over my neighborhood (95% Hispanic, so it very well could have been legit) with a picture of a smiling mid-twenties girl named ELISA. The ad yesterday clarified it (slightly) by admitting it was a show, it’s airing on Telemundo, and Elisa is missing. There is absolutely no room on my TV docket- let alone for a show that is 1000% in another language- but I think it’ll be a cross between Lost (which I hate) and Twin Peaks (which I love.)
So I will watch.
By the way, I know what killed Laura Palmer.
It was ADD whilst driving.
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