My cousin reminded me that I had a blog, and that I should post something in it. Luckily, I still have the shred of junk mail onto which I scribbled an astoundingly inane conversation that Mr. Blue and I heard at the coffee house. (Yes, he's officially Mr. Blue now... I've gone and made him an honest man.)

Most of these posts happen when someone says something dumb, and I happen to remember it. This was just a huge FLOOD of dumb, some of which I managed to scribble down until I got tired of writing (and listening). I think it's easiest to describe the conversants as those kind of people that find it necessary to smoke pot before 10am on a regular basis. (Just in case you did not ever go to NAU or any other hippie-centric school like I did, this group differs from the rest of the population in the amount of plaid worn at a given time, the focus placed on shaving and haircuts, and the length of the "maaaaaan" that is appended to each sentence.)

From this group of Aristotles:

"There is absence in the presence of absence..."
"That is absolute absence.... actually absolute is beyond the world."
"There are prophecies, and next-world powers... Nostradamus wasn't makin' that shit up.... it's just out of context." (maaan!)

It went on and on and on. Perhaps they were the reason the guy working the counter muttered:

"Ah... I hate people."

This outing provided one other gem, from a studious girl in front of us, explaining to her friend that:
"Bifocals are when one frame has a different prescription than the other."
Hopefully, she is not going into optometry.


You'd think that I would have bucketloads of amazing and stupid overheards from the wedding and related events, but I can't remember anything. It was all just wonderful and we loved every minute of it. There was a funny moment when, introducing a group of people to one another, I had to go back through and say "And you also know each other as Black Susan, Corn Child, Zandperl, and Seven of Two". That was kind of cool. :)