Friday, January 20, 2006
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
I'VE MOVED. COME CHECK OUT THE MOST RECENT STUFF HERE.
WHERE TO DIRECT YOUR HATE MAIL AND LOVE LETTERS
ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BEER
THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
- Walking in on Your Folks
- My First Brush with Law-Breaking
- The Sully Love is Spreading
- The Raw Food Debate
- The Orange Cat
- That's No Way to Treat a Lady
- Passed Along Without Comment
- "He was a man of double vision."
- Bring It On!
- This Kind of Feminist Posturing Has Nothing to Do ...
THE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Aunt B.--Your kind host.The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
6 Comments:
Yeah, it's weird getting older, but your brothers are still your brothers, even when they're 54 and 49 and 46. And there's my Mom, 80 years old, and all of her kids are in their 50s or near it. But in most ways it's all still the same, and I mean that in a good way.
And I am old, rowdy and still breathing. It really does keep getting better, even though your body can't keep up sometimes.
But I've said too much.
Isn't this Sarcastro's B'day? Is that what this is about? I asked him, but he refuses to answer.
Overtaken by shame, I guess
40??? God, I hope I never get that old. But a lot of people hope I never get that old, too.
That's absolutely the last time I spend twenty minutes trying to encode secret messages in bad poetry.
Damn, am I embarrassed now. I thought the secret message was for me on my extended birthday weekend.
I will get shit-faced on his behalf nonetheless.
Thanks, Huck.
Now go write something, you lazy bastard.
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