<p>sybbie-
Do you know of any company that is running a special on new (or waterproof) keyboards? The “meta” thread should come with a warning label.</p>
<p>Mathmom-
I only correct the typos I catch-- and thats about half of them. Some stuff that gets left is downright embarassing.</p>
<p>mafool-
enjoy your kiddo for the brief visit. Sad that its so brief, but think of it this way-- you probably won’t be spending your time cleaning up after them.</p>
<p>Donning my fancy chapeau and muddling the mint and sorghum sugar for Mint Juleps in the clubhouse at Churchill Downs. Boxing Big Brown, Eight Belles and Pyro in honor of the candidates…</p>
<p>I was thinking of inviting the Vigil Loungers over here, but didn’t want to be seen as a promoter of seedy bars. Maybe we should print up flyers. You know the kind they stick in your windows and under your windshield wipers if you park overnight near bars in San Francisco? Advertising spontaneous parties in odd spaces where men in leather and drag queens sing Donna Summers late into the night?</p>
<p>We could print them up with marmots in leather, and advertise a band composed of sons who slack. Free Cheetos for the first 75 customers. And no mentions over of the institutions the Vigil Loungers are waiting for, and the Meta-Threaders are riffing on…</p>
<p>I will be the resident poet of the Alley. Thank you for that honor. We have some others here, I would say, and they can join me. I will stand up at the mike, we will have poetry jams. And then when we are booed off the stage, the comics will come out. Slugg, BeHappy, Fencer’smom…</p>
<p>SBmom will build a man on stage and then light him on fire:)</p>
<p>There is always a need for a late night bar in which to lick your wounds and celebrate your good moments with some compatriots.</p>
<p>^^^jmmom can stand at the door, hear the tale of woe/ evilneighbors/ slacker son/ joy and then invent a cocktail especially for you, kind of like your signature scent…</p>
<p>Gosh yes. Jmmom’s bartender status goes without mentioning.</p>
<p>Anyone else who wants some defined roles, have at it. Heck, anyone else who want to be the resident poet, chime in. Or, as I suppose I should say, rhyme in:).</p>
<p>See, me as a poet could get really really old…</p>
<p>Do we have a stage for entertainment? I wanna be the comic-- if I can tell bad, slightly off-color jokes and one-liners, which, if you ply me with enough of Jmmom’s great drinks, might even, on occasion, be slightly clever or witty.</p>
<p>If we get any of those Meta-thread time savers in here, we’ll serve up our version of “Let Them Eat Cake”. It’s the </p>
<p>Let Them Save Time
Ingredients:
* crushed Ice
* 1 1/2 oz Gin
* 1/2 oz Apricot brandy
* 1/2 oz Lillet
Mixing instructions:
In a mixing glass half-filled with crushed ice, combine all of the ingredients. Stir well. Strain into a cocktail glass.</p>
<p>This concoction, especially when served as a double, is designed to fuzz up any thoughts on the benefits of saving time.</p>
<p>Here in the Alley, we don’t save no stinkin’ time. We waste it. </p>
<p>Don’t mean to bring everyone down in the Alley, but please pour a round of mint juleps in here too, as they are in the vigil thread. So sad that the one filley running in the Kentuckey Derby broke both ankles and had to be put down right on the track. So tragic. I am cryin’ in my beer. Ya know what-- skip the minty, sugary stuff-- just pour the bourbon.</p>
<p>Very, very sad. I was at a horse race when they had to bring out the trailer and euthanize the horse on the track. Kind of takes your breath away. At one point, so regal and beautiful and athletic, and then, a strange step and it’s all over. Sniff.</p>
<p>On a happier note, I’ll take a double espresso. I’m waiting up to get the details on D2’s prom (my baby!). Just got a text that she was heading to the after party. She’s not planning to stay the night; great timing…she’s got 2 AP exams this week, 2 big tests in other classes, and the biggest research paper of her high school “career”, final copy, due on Monday. </p>
<p>I had one of those “takes your breath away” moments to see her in all her finery when she left. I gave her a hug, and we realized that in her sexy strappy heels, she could rest her chin on the top of my head! </p>
<p>I’m not crazy about her driving home at 2:30 or 3:00 a.m… so, with espresso or not, I’ll probably stay awake. I’m not worried about her, but all the other people out on the street at that hour… (she detests the taste of all alcohol, and is making a presentation at prom to the winners of the drawing sponsored by S.A.D.D, of which she is president! She assures me that she’ll be substance free)…</p>
<p>yes, how was the prom . . . I’ve been a bit nostalgic about that this year . . . no hosting/helping with the all night after party (knowing all the best places to check thx to jym) :)</p>
<p>Since I am the resident poet, I am going to recite a poem in honor of Eight Belles. However, you will understand after this that in fact my poetry-writing ability is horrific. My development stopped in 2nd grade. But I will soldier on.</p>
<p>Horses by Alumother</p>
<p>Horses are beautiful.
I like the black ones because they are the most shiny.
It is cool that they are so tall but sometimes I am scared.
I like the whuffle noise they make with their lips.
But the hair on their nose is kind of weird.
They are pretty when they all run together.</p>
<p>Sometimes horses fall down.
Sometimes they break their legs.
It is sad when horses die especially when we have to put them down.
I think this means make them die.
I like horses.
Especially the black ones.</p>