wednesday . march . twenty . two thousand two heading: kids say the funniest shit example one: a couple of weeks ago, the club took a trip to the emp (seattle's "rock museum"). one of the moms told us later that her son came home singing - "i love rock and roll...put another dime in the JUICE BOX baby!" because, what the hell does a 6 year old know from juke boxes? in his world, a juice box makes way more sense. example two: last week one of the girls ran up to me and said "guess what!?! this friday is my birthday!" me: oh yeah! cool! what are you going to do? girl: well, first i get to have a friend over and ...(blah blah)...and i get to wear my birthday suit! me: (long pause). oh yeah? (masking laughter) what does your birthday suit look like? girl: oh, well it's blue and it has....(blah blah)...my mom made it for me. TEE HEE! so of course for several days afterwards, we liked to ask her if she was excited about her birthday suit. apparently, this generation doesn't use that expression anymore. don't worry, though. they still fart in each other's faces as a form of torture, so some deep seeded traditions live on. ---- tuesday . march . twelve . two thousand two i guess, due to some kind of mental glitch, i didn't write in february. therefore, this year, february didn't exist. i'm here now, though. we went to meet some friends for dinner this weekend at hattie's hat. deep in the heart of ballard...good stuff. but we sat there for quite a long time and our friends never showed. we looked all over for them, called them at home, etc. we were musing to the waitress about this. paul: i wonder if there's some place that sounds similar? waitress: (straight faced) yeah...maybe they went to hattie's BAT. it's a goth bar...in MALLARD. this made me laugh for a long time. she rocks. we ate yummy dinner plus yummy pie and as we paid the check, our friends came in. they had been in a corner of the bar the entire time. - fin -