At the hotel today, I had two separate, unrelated guests tell me they felt "gay." It's strange to hear that old, fairly archaic use of the word today, and even though I know what it means, it's still sort of disarming.
The first woman said, "I'm feeling rather gay this evening."
I wanted to reply, "So am I."
Instead, I gave her an inquisitve look that was sort of a blank, "How can I help you" type of expression.
In other news, I took the blanket I knitted for my new baby cousin to the hotel so that I could box it up and ship it off. Of course, I showed it off a bit, too, and everyone thought it was gorgeous.
I went to the Duane Reade near work to buy a card to send with it. Why are all the new baby cards for the parents, only? I wanted to find one to send that was something like, "Congratulations on being born!" They don't make those. I did find one that was a picture of a baby on the outside and on the inside it said, "You did it!" So wrote something cute on the inside with that, and hopefully it will be appreciated. I got another card for the parents, but the hope is that someday, you know, when he can read, the card just for the baby will be shown to him and he will enjoy it.
In other, other news...
Who would have ever thought that Johnny Cash and John Ritter would have died within hours of each other? As another Jon, I've been a teensy bit nervous as they always say these sort of things come in threes.
Posted by Jon at September 13, 2003 12:43 AM | TrackBack