Monkey on my back. April 3, 2008 ~ 10:03 am
Posted by Julie in : Uncategorized , trackbackSome days, I really have nothing to write. I mean, I could write: “I was at work all day and it was busy. And then I came home and had wine and cheese and crackers for dinner.” Or “I’m in a power of positive communication seminar. I have something I’d like to communicate.” Or “Trapped at the Foundation Center in grant writing courses.” But those are boring posts (although they make pretty good Twitter entries, just ask anyone who has followed me this week on Twitter). You don’t want the breakdown of my day like that. You come here for the stupid stories and the pithy commentary, although we haven’t had pithy commentary here for a while, so you must be starved for that. So on days where my life can be summed up by a Twitter comment, that is what I do, I write tweets instead. So I can blog about the important stuff. Like the vendetta Freddie has against every stuffed animal I have brought home from Dave & Busters.
Lori and I go to D&Bs at least once a month. It is our happy place. Cut price mixed drinks and arcade games are just the way to unwind after a long week at work. Or in the middle of the week. Or whenever. And when we go, we play for the tickets so that we can take prizes home. Because just like when you were a little kid, the prize is the sign that you had a really good time.
I have come home with many things from D&Bs. A small stuffed bear, a medium sized stuffed polar bear, a Wii game (I could tell you how I got that many tickets, but then I would have to kill you), some golf balls and tees for Rick…but last night we won big. We played a giant claw game and ended up with three foot tall stuffed monkeys. Mine is blue, Lori’s is pink. And frankly, there was no good way to get this sucker home. He is drapey, so I just hung him over my backpack and tied his arms around my neck. And then I walked through Times Square, got on the subway, and rode home. I think I should do that more often, really, walk around with a giant monkey on my back, because I like the looks I get from other people. I like actually being the “wow, that would only happen in New York” person, instead of thinking that about someone else.
When I got the monkey home, however, Freddie didn’t like him. Freddie also didn’t like the polar bear that I brought home the last time I was at D&Bs. Last weekend, when Samang was over, I sat the polar bear and a teddy bear beside each other so she could play with them. And Freddie would go over to the polar bear and deliberately hit it on the nose with his claws so that the bear would fall over on its face. Maybe it was looking at him funny, I don’t know. He did this five times, each time ignoring the other bear. Only the polar bear pissed him off.
Perhaps the monkey and the polar bear smell the same, because this morning Freddie started attacking the monkey. The monkey was sitting in a rocking chair, minding its own business, and suddenly I see a little cat head come up and start biting it. This happened five times, even though I tried to get him over his monkey hatred by putting him on the monkey and petting him until he purred. I tremble to think of what is going to be left of the monkey when I get home, because I just realized I forgot to move it before I came to work. There might just be a pile of blue fluff on the carpet.
Beware the wrath of Freddie. And rambling posts about blue monkeys.
Comments
You can win Wii games at D&B? Which game did you get?
Grace~Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess. It was like 6,900 tickets, Or maybe 7,500. I can’t remember. But I have found a game that will give you 200 tickets a pop if you get it right. And it only costs 3.9 points.
Oh my God, I’m a D&B geek.
Tell Freddie to stop spanking the monkey. He needs to LOVE the monkey.
Vince~If you could see what he’s been doing to Humpy lately…little boy is going through a very violent time right now. He rabbit kicks Humpy while lying on his side, basically screaming at Humpy. And it sounds for all the world like Freddie Mercury saying “Now hit it - like that!” at the end of “See What a Fool I’ve Been.” I guess I named him right.
LOL @ Vince. I’m sorry to hear about the stresses in your life. It often seems as though things come in threes or better. Which sucks. *Big Hugs* And cats… well, I got nuttin’ there. Crazy critters.