Submitted by megan on Sun, 09/28/2008 - 10:01
I met Michael through Jennifer. He is fucking hilarious. We haven't spent much time hanging out by our ownselves, but whenever we do, it's a hoot. We went for brunch yesterday, and had so much fun we kept losing track of what we were actually talking about. Good times.
+WHAT, ME VEGAN?+
Over a very eggy menu, Michael said "Oh, do you eat eggs?" I knew what he actually meant, because he's like the 5th person this month to mean it.
"Indeed. I'm a meat eater."
"What? Really? Since when?"
"Since 5 years."
"Really. I had no idea. I totally thought you were veg."
It's pretty funny. I mean, I kind of get it. I am a bunch of things people always associate with vegetarianism: I am a glasses-wearing yoga-doing* greens-eating skinny pale lefty artsy girl.
So I expect it every once in a while, and laugh at the look of confusion and slight embarrassment on the asker's face. But more than once a week for the past 4 weeks?
I'll blame the iron for that, too.
+WHY I WAS A LOSER IN A SMALL TOWN SCHOOL+
After the food we ordered off the menus had been delivered:
Michael: So, were you a good kid as a teenager?
Me: For the first few years for sure. After that, I had rules, curfews, etcetera, that
I tended to circumnavigate.
Michael: You mean break.
Me: Well, yeah. But why say break when you can say circumnavigate?
And I'm surprised I wasn't popular in high school.
Really, you'd think that after 30 years, I'da learned how to tuck it in and not come off as a show off vocab snoot.
*The Born Ruffian: "You eat meat? When I found out you did yoga, I figured you were one of those bendy vegans." Wrong on both counts, sadly. Though I suppose I could do something about the latter pretty easily.