Praise be to Gaby and Terrence

be very afraid

So late last night I talked Gaby and Terrence into taking my ticket and escorting the 15-year-olds to Megadeth. (I almost threw in beer money.) I think I could’ve handled Megadeth, but there were two ominously named opening acts that I just didn’t think I could make it through.

They got fabulous Concert Camper service — I dropped them off at the door, headed for the office, and am waiting to pick them up when it’s over.

Update They had an absolute blast. Max came home with a guitar pick. The big boys (Gaby and Terrence) had even more fun than the 15-year-olds, I think. Warren keeps telling me I would have liked it, but I think after a few chortles (yes, Allison, chortles!) I would have been done with it.

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2 responses to “Praise be to Gaby and Terrence

  1. Chortles!?”

    OMG, that is the worst word in the English language…here is an example of one overwritten passage with the word…

    A woman wrestles a carpet up the steps but the driver’s boy shakes his head and sends her away. … The woman in the crumpled head-scarf laughs and the monkey howls and the parrot swears and the baby chortles and his mother coos
    and even the man in the long blue kaftan smirks and shakes his head in disbelief.

    • BDay

      It’s a *great word! sonicky and delicious, from one of my favorite lines in poetry: Oh frabjous day! Calloo! Callay! He chortled in his joy.

      “coined 1872 by Lewis Carroll in “Through the Looking Glass,” probably from chuckle and snort.”

      Of course, that doesn’t mean it can’t be misused.

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