Yeah, I thought so. I keep expecting one of those guys to blurt out, “Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!”
Still, there’s the random nugget that amuses. I love my peeps in Miami.
voyeur me…I soooo love to people watch
It is especially entertaining as I drive home in the afternoon. You know, peeking into other people’s cars, checking out the oddities at the bus stop.
I drive through several different kinds of neighborhoods — some seem to have sprung up and others seem to be the ones that are designed as developments. Can you believe there are some regulars that I see? I never thought I was that observant, but today I recognized one of the guys who works very hard at keeping his driveway and front yard neat and clean–a daunting task when you consider that he now lives in front of a high density traffic area and most of the houses are getting zoned for business. Anyway, he persists, and you gotta admire that.
That, and he has a booming Obama t-shirt business in his driveway. I wonder how long it’ll be before someone shuts him down for some violation or other. You’ve gotta love that irony.
My favorite observation was at a bar that was just renovated and the parking was repaved. An old dude in a tuxedo was blowing the leaves and pine straw away from the door and off the parking area. It was hysterical. He’d blow the leaves in a pile, and when he turned around the wind kicked up and blew them back. It was like watching Sisyphus struggling with his eternal damnation.
I hope he got his task done before they opened.
my vast cultural void
I was born in the wrong decade.
I have a soft spot for the 1940’s, 50’s and very early 60’s. If I could afford it, and look like a Chanel model, I’d dress like Jackie Kennedy before she added Onassis to her name.
One of my favorite scenes from the movies of that era is the cocktail party. Who has cocktail parties? I didn’t think they existed outside the movies.
In a related thought, meeting someone for cocktails elicits the same funny response from me. In my world, I’d meet someone for coffee, or even for drinks, but I don’t think I’d ever use the term cocktail.
So when a colleague said she was meeting her husband for cocktails at six, my ears perked up and I asked her where she was going. Silly me, I just thought she used the term to mean she was going to Happy Hour at a local bar.
No.
She said that no matter what is going on in their day, the family meets at six for cocktails. They drink things like Manhattans. That they make at home!
I am astounded. And clearly living in a cultural void.