Although this blog is of my creation and I write primarily for my own benefit, most of my posts are decipherable to people who know me peripherally or quite well. This post, however, is entirely for my own amusement.
I found this picture today and have been wondering what the conversation was like before and after.
So, I put together an imaginary dinner party that didn't turn out as great as I anticipated.
Have you ever taken (semi)famous people and pretended they were your best friends? That's what I'm doing today. And since they're my best friends, I can make fun of them. You can't.
First, Ben didn't get into the conversation much at all. He kept to himself and chanted mantras all night long. When he did talk to the rest of the group, it was pining for Claire or telling the rest of us how to achieve spiritual clarity. He didn't like it when I kept asking him to say, "That's not a knife."
Jenny kept comparing herself to a Rothko and telling random jokes about Blake and Quentin Tarantino. But anytime somebody else was talking and she had something to day, I'd hush everybody and let Jenny have the floor.
Morgan bounced off of every single wall in the house in the first three minutes she was there. I finally had to give her a shiny quarter to get her to concentrate.
Rice and I are like Aidan and Big - we would otherwise be good friends if I weren't so jealous he's dating Jenny. You know how when you meet people you don't care for you keep mispronouncing their name on purpose? And when somebody corrects you, you just say "Whatever." I kept doing that to Jimmy all night long. And to get me back, he'd give Jenny a big kiss and then ask me how I liked them apples.
Guys, you're welcome back any time.
