7.23.2006
Washington Detente
This Saturday, Tim, Ian, Ginger, Nell, and I met for Dim Sum in Washington DC. It took Tim, Nell, and I roughly 4 hours to get there, all from different directions. Nell's family came, too, but they were relegated to doing laundry and exploring Baltimore while she whooped it up. They didn't seem to mind, somehow. Ian graciously paid for the meal. It's things like this that make the upper classmen want you around, folks, keep it in mind.
Then we went to Ginger's where we looked at yearbooks and other memorabilia and talked. And talked, and talked. It's absolutely astonishing to me that we still have so much to say about our past. It's also nice that we can talk about and relate to each other's lives in the present. Ginger made an excellent dinner and was a wonderful hostess. We also loved her dogs - they were very cute! We called Mealy and Joe and Eric and would have probably called more people if we'd had their numbers. Mealy has a new jet thingy and Eric has promised to Blog. We got Joe's machine, but perhaps he heard us coming.Tim made the mistake of going home before the rest of us and we found a picture of him in the junior high yearbook in fly-tying club. Ian even made up a special voice for imitating him, the now-famous "Tim in Fly-Tying Club Voice," which I thought was absolutely hilarious and I don't drink. Go figure.
At some point around midnight we made our way to the beautiful home of Ginger's brother Kevin and his lovely wife, Marta. They also have a beautiful baby but my picture of the baby was blurry. Or maybe I was. Anyway, they put us up for the night and even made us breakfast in the morning. We've decided Tabapalooza '07 will be at their house, and '08 will be at their BEACH house. Sorry, Kevin. You let us in, man, we never leave.
The Coleman family then came to drag Nell away on vacation and ended up getting sucked into breakfast and good natured ribbing of children. What a gorgeous family!
I don't have pictures of Ian and I making our way up the parkway but that was the last bit from the week-end, or my piece of it anyway. And THAT was fun.
# posted by Kimberly Andersen @ 8:07 PM 
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Let me guess: "Nyaahh, I REALLY need some teal-colored musk ox fur and a hackle feather from a blue-winged sapsucker in order to properly recreate the Royal Wulff muddler minnow. Jeez, Norman don't you know anything?"
It was more the TONE that was funny....sort of a whiskey-drenched nasally whining thing. It sounded nothing like you would have sounded in T-FC, I think that's what was funny about it.
"Ian, you've bulked up, wanna be an offensive lineman for the Li'l Indians this year? Hang with Mike Flinko at the Universal weight machine and date cheerleaders.!!?? How much can you bench now?"
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: 9:39 AM
: 9:39 AM
"Thanks for putting Tim upstage in the foreground where he belongs. But Ian's incontinent piss yellow shirt steals focus from Tim. Can someone call the wardrobe person over at ShopNBC, please?"
# posted by : 9:43 AM
: 9:43 AM
Some dumb dim sombitch keeps ruining this lovely dim sum moment with smarmy comments.
# posted by : 9:49 AM
: 9:49 AM
"More smarmy 5 happiness sea cucumber pork bun steamed in jellyfish tentacles?"
# posted by : 10:24 AM
: 10:24 AM
Jeez, you try to post something nice about a week-end, maybe even partially serious, this is what you get ...
Ian: "I can't believe I did it in a letter."
Eric: (Via static) “I promise to blog in this century."
Tim: "I am a REAL Doctor."
Nell: "I was pissed" (she said to both Ginger and Ian leaning in drastically)
Kim: "She stole my prom date."
Mealy: "I have a hemi under my hood" VVVRRRROOOOMMMM
Joe: "I refuse to answer the damn phone."
Ginger: "I can't believe he forgot who he went to the senior prom with"
Hannah: "Ian get out of the bathroom, it's my turn."
Eric: (Via static) “I promise to blog in this century."
Tim: "I am a REAL Doctor."
Nell: "I was pissed" (she said to both Ginger and Ian leaning in drastically)
Kim: "She stole my prom date."
Mealy: "I have a hemi under my hood" VVVRRRROOOOMMMM
Joe: "I refuse to answer the damn phone."
Ginger: "I can't believe he forgot who he went to the senior prom with"
Hannah: "Ian get out of the bathroom, it's my turn."
# posted by : 2:57 PM
: 2:57 PM
I was there, and yet I know I was not pissed at all, the entire time, and I never leaned in, except for a few photo-ops. And while I had a few glasses of wine, I never even felt buzzed, so I know I'm remembering events accurately. I don't know who's doing the reporting, but you got it all wrong by me.
Now, about Tom's Pizza--the Greek salads are awesome, and so is the chicken, but it's still Indiana. There's no dim sum for miles. And even then we manage to live just fine, thank you.
Now, about Tom's Pizza--the Greek salads are awesome, and so is the chicken, but it's still Indiana. There's no dim sum for miles. And even then we manage to live just fine, thank you.
a) Indiana is cool
b) Nell is cool
c) Friendships that last over a quarter century are cool
d) Although I'm sure his children love him, David Copperfield is not cool.
e)Fonzie=cool
f) there is no "f"
g) What a cool weekend spent with such wonderful people. Among them, I still felt like an undersclassman(person).
b) Nell is cool
c) Friendships that last over a quarter century are cool
d) Although I'm sure his children love him, David Copperfield is not cool.
e)Fonzie=cool
f) there is no "f"
g) What a cool weekend spent with such wonderful people. Among them, I still felt like an undersclassman(person).
Ian, you were the young and sprightly one. "Friendships that last over a quarter century" is a great turn of phrase. It's a nice positive spin on the distance we now have from our youth.
Keep buying the dim sum and Kim and Nell will pick you up in the morning and drive you to school and let you hang out with the Heathers in the student parking lot before homeroom. When Pino asks, you can toss off that you were just being a smackoff with some 12th grade girls, "no big deal".
Tom's is still there, eh?
Tom's is still there, eh?
Wait a cotton pickin' minute! Bob's had the square pizza. If Tom's had square pizza, they copped the idea from Bob, who started selling in the 1950s.
I remember friends of my Dad wouldn't eat there because they were offended by Bob's famous Wop-a-ho sandwich - even though Bob was a wop.
I remember friends of my Dad wouldn't eat there because they were offended by Bob's famous Wop-a-ho sandwich - even though Bob was a wop.
Oh, BOB's pizza was the square pizza? Well, then, who the hell was Tom?
I liked the square pizza, wherever it came from.
I liked the square pizza, wherever it came from.
Both Bob's and Tom's have square pizza. Tom's is a circle cut into squares, only if you eat-in. If it's delivered it's wedge-sliced. Bob's is greasier (Pronounced "greazzier" in W PA but not by me). Both are still delicious.
Nell, did you realize that you pronounce your husband's name "Dawn"?
The day you say, "Afta da prawhm, weez wen' ova t'da Pidda Howed, had sawm greezzee pidda and lissend ta Dawnie Orus on the jukebahx" we'll send you to away to north Michigan for some jetski R&R.
The day you say, "Afta da prawhm, weez wen' ova t'da Pidda Howed, had sawm greezzee pidda and lissend ta Dawnie Orus on the jukebahx" we'll send you to away to north Michigan for some jetski R&R.
I believe what was meant was the Western Pa "Dowawn". The ow is more by the position of the mouth than the actual articulation of the OW sound
Don, Dowawn, Donna, Dowawna.
Dowawn, geh donton and get bread n'at.
Don, Dowawn, Donna, Dowawna.
Dowawn, geh donton and get bread n'at.
A little girl frokm Philadelphia recently hung out with my daughter at a wedding. She asked Dora if she liked "djo-awgs." It took Dora forever to understand she meant 'dogs." She got interested in accents so I'm now teaching her to mock regional dialects. She loves to say the followign sentences:
Boston: Let's Pahk the Cahr, it'll be wicked ahsome.
Pittsburgh (her favorite): y'uns goin' dawntawn?
Philadelphia: Let's go to the djo-awg Sto-ah.
next us- Minnesota- let's get a Cohke and a Tahco.
Boston: Let's Pahk the Cahr, it'll be wicked ahsome.
Pittsburgh (her favorite): y'uns goin' dawntawn?
Philadelphia: Let's go to the djo-awg Sto-ah.
next us- Minnesota- let's get a Cohke and a Tahco.
One of my dear friends from college was from north Jersey. We had such fun mocking each other's accents. II could never understand why her mother named her Donna and her sister Dawn. To me it was essentially the same name. But they pronounced the names completely differently "Douanna" and "Daan".
When I call for one of the men in my house, Don and Sean, either of them will answer, their names are so alike. I never thought of that when we named Sean, but I get a big kick out of it.
Ian claims to have recently caught me saying "dawntawn" but I deny it. I do admit to saying "red up" with some frequency.
And Ian, it's "gone dawntawn" with 'going' only having one syllable.
I'm now embarrassed to (perhaps) having that WPa accent I try so hard to avoid. But I do love my Donny Iris and B E Taylor.
When I call for one of the men in my house, Don and Sean, either of them will answer, their names are so alike. I never thought of that when we named Sean, but I get a big kick out of it.
Ian claims to have recently caught me saying "dawntawn" but I deny it. I do admit to saying "red up" with some frequency.
And Ian, it's "gone dawntawn" with 'going' only having one syllable.
I'm now embarrassed to (perhaps) having that WPa accent I try so hard to avoid. But I do love my Donny Iris and B E Taylor.
I was at a Pirate game last year and stood in the hot dog line behind Donny Iris. I was impressed that I recognized him. He's a wee little guy.
"dare's a lot of good bands comin' aught of dat cowalledge tahn"- Soem guy from the Clarks talking about Chip's band Learn How on the radio circa 1986.
I remember edward Albee coming to IUP and after watching a bunch of students doing their monologues saying "doesn't anyone pronounce their "g's" arounf here?!"
goin'
doin'
thinkin'
I have adopted that and embraced it!
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I remember edward Albee coming to IUP and after watching a bunch of students doing their monologues saying "doesn't anyone pronounce their "g's" arounf here?!"
goin'
doin'
thinkin'
I have adopted that and embraced it!
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