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Jun. 25th, 2006 08:21 pmThe 'rents are back from Vegas and life is returning to normal, as in mom did the cooking this evening. I enjoy working over a pot but trying to keep three growing boys fed is damned tiresome. I got feedback on the trip from my mom and grandmom and word is dad was a prick, per usual. Mom came in my room and vented about dad, my aunt, and grandma. Grandma called up and amused the hell out of me by sharing her awe over my dad being a bit of a shit. I'm still laughing about her tone while on the phone. Slightly bitter laughter, as in "now she knows what we have to deal with on a day-to-day basis", of course. The man is incorrigible, be it due to brain damage or just being born an ass. Grandma also invited me over "to talk", code for "I won a jackpot or two and I want to give you some money". Always fun.
The week was busy for me, as I went to shows/performances Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday: The Four Seasons, Threepenny Opera, and The Color Purple. ( Read more... )
That was more or less the end of my week. Oh, there was this rather funny thing in clinical on Thursday I should share. I'm grinning just thinking about it. I was in the ER working with this wonderful nurse named Ryan, and we went to check on a Caucasian gentleman who'd just had his knee scoped and was coming down off of an anesthetic combo of opiate and barbiturate. I don't know if that excuses the words that came out of his mouth, but I definitely kept it in mind. I went over and said hi to him and he asked me my name. I told him and he seemed fascinated by it (*ahem*). Then he went and said "you know, my friend has a black girlfriend". I wanted to fall on the floor and laugh my ass off. Instead I smiled and said "really? is that so?" Look at my tact, peoples. Oh, but my new friend was not done with the bon mots. He continued "the other day I took my sister to Harlem and she was afraid, but I told her there was nothing to be worried about". My smile widened and I tried not to cackle right then and there. I patted him on the arm, made sure he was comfortable, then went back to the nurses station to inform Ryan that the fellow in Bed 2 had a friend with a black girlfriend. I thought it appropriate that everyone else know.
I found my camera USB cable (*finally*!), so I'll be sticking Vegas pictures up here sooner or later. I'm sure everyone's on the edge of their collective seats.
The week was busy for me, as I went to shows/performances Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday: The Four Seasons, Threepenny Opera, and The Color Purple. ( Read more... )
That was more or less the end of my week. Oh, there was this rather funny thing in clinical on Thursday I should share. I'm grinning just thinking about it. I was in the ER working with this wonderful nurse named Ryan, and we went to check on a Caucasian gentleman who'd just had his knee scoped and was coming down off of an anesthetic combo of opiate and barbiturate. I don't know if that excuses the words that came out of his mouth, but I definitely kept it in mind. I went over and said hi to him and he asked me my name. I told him and he seemed fascinated by it (*ahem*). Then he went and said "you know, my friend has a black girlfriend". I wanted to fall on the floor and laugh my ass off. Instead I smiled and said "really? is that so?" Look at my tact, peoples. Oh, but my new friend was not done with the bon mots. He continued "the other day I took my sister to Harlem and she was afraid, but I told her there was nothing to be worried about". My smile widened and I tried not to cackle right then and there. I patted him on the arm, made sure he was comfortable, then went back to the nurses station to inform Ryan that the fellow in Bed 2 had a friend with a black girlfriend. I thought it appropriate that everyone else know.
I found my camera USB cable (*finally*!), so I'll be sticking Vegas pictures up here sooner or later. I'm sure everyone's on the edge of their collective seats.
