The Dutch would have a hey-day in Tina and Todd’s bathroom. One would need an abacus to count the number of clogs in various pipes!… (“Did he say ‘abacus’?” “Yes, he did, but he actually meant to say some piece of 21st century technology. He got confused because he’s currently wearing a towel like a toga.”) Continue reading
When I met Todd oh so many years ago in University, he and his friends were in a fairly popular rock band. They played shows regularly, and were featured on some of the local radio stations. They were also played daily on MY college radio show, that all of two people listened to… Todd’s older brother was my #1 fan, and called in requests habitually.
Now I liked regular Todd, I thought he was cute, and funny, but Rock Show Todd was something else entirely! Watching him work a crowd while whaling on his red, Gibson Flying V, was….well to put it simply, totally hot! (Mom and Dad, if you’re reading this, I mean “hot” as in temperature, because they packed so many people in to those shows….) (phew…nice save Tina. They’ll totally buy that!) I would go to his shows, stand in the front and sing along to all of their songs. As I looked around at the other girls (Who weren’t even dating Todd…In your FACES other girls!) doing the same thing, I came to a profound realization: There is something about a guy who plays guitar, or drums, or bass, or any instrument really. It’s like girl kryptonite, or Chick-tonite if you’d rather. No matter how you put it, there are few members of the female persuasion that can resist the lure of “The Musician.”
Now hold on there, fellas! The power of the instrument only applies if said instrument is played with some semblance of skill. A poorly played instrument will have the opposite effect on the feminine masses, so practice, practice, practice before trying your siren song on the lady in your life. I realize that this may seem harsh, but trust me, you’ll thank me later.
Recently, an opportunity has come up for Todd and his accomplices to do sort of a reunion show. Todd was reticent at first, but with some plying from his band mates he agreed. Every time Todd tells me he has band practice, a little thrill rises in me. When he comes home all disheveled from rehearsing, I can’t help but…smile. (I know where you thought I was going with that. Get your minds out of the gutter!) Todd may not be overly excited for his upcoming return to rock stardom, but boy howdy, I am! I am looking forward to watching Hot Toddy up there on stage, jumping, whaling, high kicking, and rocking away with my heart.
Dining at the in-laws’ is always a pleasure. With good food and good company, you can definitely count on good times. Often, Tina and I are even lucky enough to leave with some kind of care package. In fact, Sunday leftovers make up an important part of my week’s lunches, and I’m very grateful for these delicious yummy-filled Ziplocks.
Last night Todd and I had the pleasure of going to dinner with my older brother and his girlfriend, Alison. The restaurant of choice, Resto Gare in St. Boniface. I would categorize this as a classy establishment, the kind for which you dress up a bit. Todd looked the part, wearing a dress shirt, a tie and navy blue cardigan with his jeans, but as the night wore on, it was clear that Todd was having a hard time acting the part.