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'scuse me
RZ and I went shopping Saturday to buy her a pair of hightop sneakers. Of course because only the outlandishly cool, and tragically hip, kids are wearing them now.
They are truly a must have. I know, because I too have a pair, albeit not outlandishly cool or tragically hip. Just black "Chuck Taylors" (no flames).
But anyway, on our drive home we're quiet. A happy quiet.
RZ breaks the quiet by making these really weird noises:
"Bwaour. Waaarirreee. Raraannnnaaarriourrr."
Followed by a pronounced " 'scuse me while I kiss the sky!"
I look over at her. She looks back at me. Without blinking, and without breaking her stare she cranks in again, "Bwaour. Waaarirreee. Raraannnnaaarriourrr. 'scuse me while I kiss the sky!"
"Where'd ya get that? That's Jimi Hendrix." I say.
"I heard 'm on the radio. He's pretty good with the guitar... I like his work." She says bluntly.
We drive a bit further. Quiet, interrupted by the occasional "...'scuse me..." riff.
Finally I say "Do you realize you just pegged the all time coolmeter, pegged it all the way to 'ELEVEN'!"
"Can't." she says, still staring.
"Can't? Why not?" I say.
"It only goes to ten."
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So maybe the "Spinal Tap" referrence was a bit of a stretch. But at least she realizes that Hendrix was "pretty good with the guitar."
She may be a cheerleader, but inside there's a heart of a rocker!
P.S. - I need to clarify that she wouldn't be caught dead in hightops with flames. As she puts it, "...those are for posers."
11/16/2004 05:29:28 PM
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