So there was another Quizbowl tournament today, which I couldn't go to - Chris has written up the full report, in my absence. Reading it, I'm glad I wasn't there. :P In summary: we won (breaking our always 3rd curse?), but the tournament was utterly stupid.
I couldn't go because, first today we were going to a production of Jesus Christ Superstar (yes, on the day Passover starts) with my old friend Max Furman (Remember him? No? Figures. Mickey would probably remember him, though.) as King Herod. It was neat, but pretty much everyone other than Max was totally unintelligible when they sang.
Then of course time for the seder! Which was blah this year. Gabe and Ethan weren't there, and after the meal, it just died... we never actually finished it. They seem to get shorter and shorter every year. Last year also we didn't finish one of them.
But I did sit around afterward listening to my parents and Uncle Marty and Aunt Eileen (sp? I never did learn how to spell her name[0]) and Bubby talk about when they were younger and other things.
Uncle Marty[3] told how, the summer after Kindergarten, Bubby drove him somewhere, telling him she was taking him to a friend's house... and then unexpectedly dropped him off at sleepaway camp! (He really didn't mind it, though, apparently.)
Yeah, nothing else really as funny as that. Mom said how once she made a housecall and found that the patient had about 20 monkeys living in the house. And Marty once was sent to make a contract with someone being only told that he was disabled, and not being told he was blind.
Yeah, not much else. Oh, earlier they were talking about orthodontics, and Mom said about the first time I lost my retainer and got chocolate milk all over the janitor. I had totally forgotten about that! I wish I could remember the details...
Ah well. Enough of this.
-Sniffnoy
[0]This is occasionally a real problem for me. My mom has a friend whose name is Ilene (unless of course it's Eileen); the key thing is, the one has her name spelled the one way and the other has her name spelled the other way. I once took a phone message saying that Ilene called, when of course I meant Eileen called, or perhaps the other way around.
[3]Note here on my family, as I don't think I've explained it before: The grandma here referred to just as "Bubby" is my mom's mother, and Uncle Marty is my mom's brother.
I couldn't go because, first today we were going to a production of Jesus Christ Superstar (yes, on the day Passover starts) with my old friend Max Furman (Remember him? No? Figures. Mickey would probably remember him, though.) as King Herod. It was neat, but pretty much everyone other than Max was totally unintelligible when they sang.
Then of course time for the seder! Which was blah this year. Gabe and Ethan weren't there, and after the meal, it just died... we never actually finished it. They seem to get shorter and shorter every year. Last year also we didn't finish one of them.
But I did sit around afterward listening to my parents and Uncle Marty and Aunt Eileen (sp? I never did learn how to spell her name[0]) and Bubby talk about when they were younger and other things.
Uncle Marty[3] told how, the summer after Kindergarten, Bubby drove him somewhere, telling him she was taking him to a friend's house... and then unexpectedly dropped him off at sleepaway camp! (He really didn't mind it, though, apparently.)
Yeah, nothing else really as funny as that. Mom said how once she made a housecall and found that the patient had about 20 monkeys living in the house. And Marty once was sent to make a contract with someone being only told that he was disabled, and not being told he was blind.
Yeah, not much else. Oh, earlier they were talking about orthodontics, and Mom said about the first time I lost my retainer and got chocolate milk all over the janitor. I had totally forgotten about that! I wish I could remember the details...
Ah well. Enough of this.
-Sniffnoy
[0]This is occasionally a real problem for me. My mom has a friend whose name is Ilene (unless of course it's Eileen); the key thing is, the one has her name spelled the one way and the other has her name spelled the other way. I once took a phone message saying that Ilene called, when of course I meant Eileen called, or perhaps the other way around.
[3]Note here on my family, as I don't think I've explained it before: The grandma here referred to just as "Bubby" is my mom's mother, and Uncle Marty is my mom's brother.
