emocionado, emocionado, emocionado.
in Funny Stuff, Thoughts and Feelings
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Have I told you about the time I tried to speak spanish? Well, actually, I tried to text it.
See, I have this friend named Andrew. He is a newer friend and I like him very much. He has eaten my macaroni and cheese and I have read one of the stories he wrote when he was all of five years old. If that is not a friend, I do not know what is.
One night we were commenting back and forth on facebook. He decided to message me his number in order to not have to speak by way of facebook anymore. There was one caveat: I prefer texts in spanish, he told me.
I don’t know spanish. But I figured, I got this one. How hard could it be to make your words sound a little Spanish?
And I texted him something. In my own hackneyed version of espanol, I told Andrew that I was very excited to see him the next day. Except I said it with many exclamation points, like this !!!!!!!!!!!! and when I was trying to think of the Spanish word for excited, I wrote down something that sounded like the word, but with some flava, some spanish flava.
So I said something about being muy excitado to see him.
And then there was a pause.
………………………..
And then he wrote back and was like, “I’m pretty sure you don’t mean what you said…because you just told me that you are very HORNY to see me tomorrow…”
And oh, I started laughing very very hard. Because Andrew is a person who is one hundred percent fantastic, but no, I am not horny to see him.
And now I will not soon forget that there are two different kinds of excited in Spanish: excitado and emocionado. And generally speaking, I am pretty much the latter.
when we talk and see what happens and find that it’s good.
in Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
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Tonight I made late night macaroni and cheese for some lovely friends.
It was nice; lots of laughter and help surrounded me.
The very last part of the recipe called for butter to be “sprinkled” on top of the rest of the ingredients. I wondered how to do that, exactly. Which is why my friends found me grabbing small chunks of butter and tossing it all over the macaroni. And yes, it was odd. I explained to them that I was trying to sprinkle it, but man, this butter was pretty unsprinkle-able.
So Shane said he’d do it.
And then he proceeded to drizzle the butter over the macaroni.
Which was fine, really, but I still maintain that the butter was quite unsprinkle-able. And if it had called for drizzling, well yes, I could have managed that just fine, thankyouverymuch.
But anyway.
The night reminded me of being on tour–all the best parts of it. The part where you let the conversation meander and suddenly find yourself in a lovely spot, made even more so by the fact that you could not have anticipated it. And how a conversation is like life in the way that it’s so much better with other people. How at some point, you look around and are in awe of the fact that you could never have gotten here without their involvement.
So yes, life.
It’s quite lovely in spots.
And those spots beat all, I think; they really do beat all.
