Please, someone, relate.

I may have posted this before...I don't know. It's isn't even good enough to post about twice (or even once?), but I'll go for it anyway.

That was the year of 2004 or 2005 - when my friend called me Kurr, and it didn't occur to me to mind. That was before Obama got elected, before Amy Winehouse came, when I couldn't wait to join the Society of Technical Communication, and I thought I'd never find a girl as great as Lindsay Blair. That was the year I lived in Cobble Creek.

Oh man, did anyone catch that redo of the first lines of Dirty Dancing? If not, you and I have a problem.

Anyway, the first time I watched Garden State was my sophomore year at USU with my friend Lindsay Blair. I also call her Blurr. Or Blair. Or Guuuuuuurl. I laughed soooooo hard when I saw the scene where the guy shoots a flaming arrow straight up in the air and Zach Braff and Natalie Portman shuffle around while trying to get out of the way.


Please tell me you did that while catching a pop fly. If not, that probably means you're a good outfielder. Or really bad. I dunno...I always stuck to being the catcher, where people threw straight right at me. They called me Pudge. (How many of you get that joke? Stacy...Mom...no one else...)


Pierce + Stacy Thiot said...

Thanks for calling me out. Awww, Pudge! Yeah, you were a great catcher. Is that why you chose that position? So people would throw straight at you?

What is this with Dirty Dancing? (Don't hate me)

Chelsi said...

best. intro. ever.