yesterday, lappy fell violently ill. there was much coughing and churning and freezing. ultimately, he was sick enough to necessitate my wrapping him in pink corderoy (clearly, he's a gay man) and trotting him down to the apple store amidst a nasty blizzardy mess of snow and rain and general yucko to see what the matter was.
i had a sneaking suspicion the matter was not good. during the train ride, i made peace with the fact that my files were probably lost forever and found comfort in the knowledge that recent copies of the PB and the JB are floating about. all was not lost! significant chunks of various unspeakably awesome things, yes, but not all.
so i trotted up michigan ave through the blizzardy yucko mess to the apple store and sat down with noel. noel plugged lappy up to a bunch of thingys and ran a bunch of tests and half-assedly attempted a valiant resuscitation. then, his eyes glued to the three screens before him, noel (who liked to say my name a lot) said, i know you aren't going to be okay with this, caroline, but i see no other choice, caroline, but to erase your harddrive. caroline, are you okay, caroline?
since i really was okay and had more or less resigned myself to this state of affairs over an hour before, i responded truthfully and rather a bit overly gung-ho: yes, noel!
for the first time, noel's eyes pulled away from the screens and he actually looked at me. he furrowed his brows, leaned forward earnestly, and clasped my hand. and then noel said, i'm very impressed, caroline, with how well you're taking this truly devestating blow. caroline, all too many people make a scene in the market-place.
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if only you'd made a scen at the marketplace, oh, oh, a Bollywood scene! you could have grabbed Noel's hand and flung him over the counter which would be followed by all the other tech people jumping over and grabbing the person they were helping about the waist, the the camera would pull back to a long shot and you'd all be in pairs, in a row, dancing in tandem and musco would start playing and somewhere downstairs an elephant would trumpet.
of course musco here is an incredibly strange and unreasonable mispelling of music. wtf?
it's early. you're pardoned.
soon as croftie and i take that bollywood dance class (which you should SO do as well. i hear the bollywood pirate population is teensy tiny), you can bet your mismatched socks we'll be making musco scenes all over the place. especially at the apple store. it seems highly conducive to scenes.
A trumpeting elephant is making me giggle, but not sure why. I'm sure I worked a fart joke into my head somehow.
i think our earthiness dates from the point at which partner's turmoil went public. we should thank her for that. it might make her years of unfortunate incidents worthwhile.
'highly conducive to scenes' sounds like the symptom of a neurological disorder. like 'constantly falls down' or 'barks like a chicken.'
the apple store is just werid. people actually hang out there- as though it were starbucks. apple is great, but seriously. for all that i love h+m, i don't want to dwell there. and if i did, there would definitely be some scenes. oh the green belt. sigh...
werid? pirate, see what your musco has wrought.
Musco Werid (pronounced: Vair'-ed) is definitely a late night talkshow host in SoSlo.
ah! good ole SoSlo. we should go-go.
1. Hardly ever do we write "constantly falls down". We usually say "recurrent falls". We gotta use big words so we can charge more!
2. Caro, you are quite used to making scenes (Uptons, Spaghetti Factory, amongst others) so why stop at the Apple store? Plus, that's what you get for going Apple.
ah, meggie!
1) we writers go for word count rather than big words.
2) will you never let me forget the upton's thong diatribe or the '98 prom clevage?!
3) apple is awesome.
4) do you have dresses yet or are we still naked?
a moment of silence for Uptons & Lappy's 1st Hard Drive. one for my dead homies.
the wonderful, spectacular, 'no adjective is good enough for,' Oline in what is sure to be the blockbuster of the Summer: Shenanigans at the Spaghetti Factory. Also, I aplogize if i mispelled shenanigans. it looks right, and by that i mean it looks properly irish. with a tuft of red hair and everything.
i think we just had a gang-bang-blogment there.
lindear- my last article of upton's clothing bit the dust the other day. the black shirt that had S leaning his gay self back in his chair at the cool springs galleria food court and say: "you have assets!" is your dragon shirt still around?!
dougO- words have hair? glorious!
You are not naked. I'm sending a mass email once I call the bridal store. We are going with Lynn Lugo and you have a choice of like 3 or 4 dresses (tea-length). And we're so doing the sash. I love the sash. *laughs*
the dragon shirt is indeed still around, but I believe it was from Rave. (is that a step up or a step down?)
do I know about your thong diatribe?
meggie, i heartily yay the sash. flops?!
lindear! you have no idea how this news warms my heart. rave?! speaking of hoe-bags...
the thong diatribe: apparently i had a freakout in the uptons underwear department just prior to the ukraine and very memorably diatribed and later lived to regret it. i was young and creepily naive. let's just leave it there.
at least your lappie wasn't stolen...
my self-pity ends in 3...2...1....gone.
that would be the very thought that reined in my own pity party. poor, poor prof. j.
No flip flops with the tea-length dress. However, I'm thinking if we can find either silver flip flops (J Crew sells some but are there cheaper versions) or those Dyeable flip flops and just get them in green... Not sure. Give me your input.
remind me to tell you how i know noel.
you will laugh out loud.
OH MY GOD!!! is noel your apple guy?! i can totally see why! how hilarious!
NO! NOT NOEL! NOT MY GUY, NOT MY GUY!
although noel is just fabulous, he's not the guy. at least for me (pushy italian mom look of *knowing*).
So yeah. My mp3 hard-drive is dying. It really sucks because I have upwards of thirty-thousand mp3s. I am able to salvage some but only 20 at a time. I am trying to get the harder to find and more obscure cds first. But sadly, I think that all 57 of my Elvis cds are done for. 57!!! I just wanted to throw that out there in case you would be wowed by it. haha. Maybe you have even more cds by the King than me. No clue.
bombsylove, that comment predated the noel was not my guy convo. though i'm still waiting to hear noel's role.
clark- 57? am suitably impressed. when did you become such an elvis maniac?!
Yeh, 57 is a good many. You know me, once I like something, I engross myself in it. Kind of problematic sometimes. Hope you are having a Beautiful Day!!!!1
you're the engrosser. ha!
NO YOU ARE!!
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