October 09, 2007
Not Invited to the Party
First, I think you should know that I am posting today from the attic guest room (that's the Middle Eastern ski cabin, for those of you following along) because the boys are having a penis party, which is what I call it whenever two or more men congregate to the exclusion of females. I find this label accurate and also funny, but I should probably stop saying it at work, huh? "Penis party?" I have been known to say in passing upon encountering an impromptu hallway meeting of our operations manager, marketing director, and sales consultant. Although I say it in the same innocent spirit and tone as I say "Redhead conference?" when all three of them are together (note: our office is one-quarter natural redhead! crazy!) I think that somehow the whole "penis party" thing is less appropriate and more, I don't know, suggestive. Or maybe that's just the way I'm interpreting the looks I get when I say it. "Penis party?" "Yes! Thank you!"
Aaaaanyway, I'm up in the attic because I've been ousted from the media room on account of the boys--Simon, Teddy, and Linus--having another one of their Sopranos viewings. I'm sure it's a very lovely show, but I have zero interest in watching hours of gratuituos whacking (OMG), so don't even try to convince me that I should give it a try because I won't. I've sat through two and a half episodes, and I was not charmed. I was not even persuaded when the boys plied me with the promise of theme costumes.
On theme costumes: The last time we had a TV series marathon with Teddy was while watching Twin Peaks. Whenever we could, we had cherry pie and coffee on hand in honor of the cherry pie and "damn fine cup o' coffee" Coop always ordered at the Double R Diner. So what's their plan for The Sopranos? Spaghetti? Cannolis? Knuckle sandwiches? Nope. Tracksuits. Matching tracksuits. Matching tracksuits and gold jewlery.
Disclaimer: I don't even know if even a single velour tracksuit appears in even one episode of the series, but ever since I suggested they embrace the idea a few weeks ago, it's all they can talk about. Teddy's having a friend of his go to the Italian section of downtown Philly to find something "authentic." Simon has submitted his measurements. Hey, guys, I was kidding; it's not too late to turn back.
Linus is down there too, and being that we have not found a velour tracksuit in his size, he'll be the one in the gingham dress with puffed sleeves and the Peter Pan collar trimmed in lace.
Finally, happy anniversary, Mom and Dad! (Penis party? I don't want to know.)
Posted by Leah at October 9, 2007 06:14 PMI won't try to convince you to watch The Sopranos, but I love it! I've just begun re-watching the seasons via Netflix.
More importantly, how is Marmalade?
Posted by: Dotty at October 9, 2007 06:45 PMOh wait. Now I feel silly. Linus IS Marmalade. My bad.
Posted by: Dotty at October 9, 2007 06:51 PMI will jump on most bandwagons that roll past me. The Hills? Uh-huh. Grey's Anatomy? Yep. The Office? I WANT TO CLONE JIM HALPERT. But The Sopranos? I wasn't charmed either. Mike watched all six seasons in TWO WEEKS. I blogged and drank my way through those weeks.
Mike is a natural redhead. But it's such a lovely shade of red. I hope he passes it on to our child (we only want one) and grandchildren and great... you get the point. Before him I was only ever attracted to tall dark-haired asses. Now, Mike's an ass, absolutely. But shortish and, again, a redhead.
Posted by: Jennie at October 9, 2007 07:54 PMI like the Sopranos, but I much preferred the shrink sessions and the interactions between Tony and Carmela. The gratuitous whacking (HA!) wasn't so much my thing either.
Happy Anniversary to AGAAB Mom and AGAAB Dad!
Posted by: Ky Eliza at October 9, 2007 08:09 PMI guess I'll be the one to say it: Who knew there would be whacking at a p*nis party?
Posted by: Texas T-bone at October 9, 2007 08:24 PMI'm not that prudish, but spelling out the word designated me as possible spam. I mean, really, I was talking about salami.
Posted by: Texas T-bone at October 9, 2007 08:24 PMI think they may revoke my Y Chromosome for saying so, but I've seen zero minutes of "The Sopranos," and don't really have all that much interest.
I like beer and sports, though, really I do!
Posted by: Doola! at October 9, 2007 08:30 PMBut you're choosing not to go - you weren't told you *couldn't* be there, correct? (Like when I was in Long Island visiting Will's family and was told by his father that I couldn't watch the Jets game with them men, even though I've been watching football since I was in the womb (and like it.))
Of course, the Jets lost that game. Serves them right.
Posted by: the slackmistress at October 9, 2007 08:44 PMMmmm ... cannoli. We used to do Sopranos-themed gatherings with baked ziti. No track suits, though. (Also, Big Pussy DOES indeed wear track suits throughout the series)
Posted by: jonniker at October 10, 2007 04:12 AMAh yes, there was a lot of "Big Pussy this" and "Little Pussy that" last night, but I just thought they were talking about the cats.
Posted by: Leah at October 10, 2007 09:58 AMI call it a "sausage party."
Posted by: Jodi at October 10, 2007 12:09 PMKy Eliza & Leah - Thanks for the anniversary greeting. The official day was yesterday, 31 years. (The same day as the Slackmistress' birthday.) Anyway, greetings back your direction from Salt Lake City. Thanks again, Dad of AGAAB.
Posted by: Ted at October 10, 2007 01:09 PMAnniversary = October 8th, Monday. (Slack B-day)
Blog Post = October 9th, Tuesday.
Comment Post = October 10th, Wednesday.
Just tryin' to keep things straight.
I get the date wrong every year, don't I? What can I say but that I can hardly expect to remember something that happened before I was born!
Posted by: Leah at October 10, 2007 01:27 PMYea, close enough. We didn't "celebrate" until Tuesday, the day of your post, anyway. We're okay with shifting event dates to fit the social calendar.
Posted by: Ted at October 10, 2007 01:41 PMSausage Fest is my preferred term. You could be talking about some kickin new Italian dish.
Posted by: Alyce at October 10, 2007 04:45 PMI have to agree that getting in character only adds to the experience with mob shows – and you don’t need to limit it to screenings.
As a celebration for one of my friend’s birthdays a group of us went out to an Italian restaurant dressed up as “The Family”… black suites, gold jewelry, and slicked back hair for the guys; big hair, heavy makeup, and short skirts for the girls. Everyone stayed in character and several diners wouldn’t meet our eyes while others were curious enough to ask if we were from out of town. We had a blast!
Posted by: CrankMama at October 10, 2007 04:53 PM
