Friday, February 17, 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.
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WHERE TO DIRECT YOUR HATE MAIL AND LOVE LETTERS
ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BEER
THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
- My Problems are Obvious
- The Professor's Bean Soup and Other Stories
- Mrs. Wigglebottom's Love for Trucks
- Karin Agness is So Cute I Could Just Eat Her Up (a...
- Please Explain This To Me
- Walk, Don't Run
- Go Help W.!
- I Suck
- Ferocious Pit Bull Kills Everyone at the Westminster
- Assorted Stuff
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:
Memphis sounds great. Too many beers at the Flying Saucer, Big Green Alien Plastic Sippie Cups filled with alcohol for adults that tastes bad but isn't, music that makes your skin feel alive. (I suggest catching The Dempseys)
Debauchery is such a good thing.
I need a vacation myself, problem is, there is no time.
Maybe "running away" is what I need.
Maybe I've reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland...
One of my best roadtrips was an unplanned vacation to New Orleans. Got drunk as hell in Mobile Al, drove half drunk to N.O., spent a week drunk there, was propositioned to swing by the wife of a one-armed man, saw topless women over breakfast at 8AM, almost killed a guy, got drunk in Mobile on the way home.
Classic road trip. Made 500 friends, 50 enemies.
I'll never see any of them again.
Thank God.
Different is good.
Best,
Ryan
My kitchen floor needs moppin' Since it's vacation, I promise not to pay you.
Knucklehead, I should tell you that I'm pretty feral. Mop or let the dog lick it up--in my book, those count as the same thing.
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