Hey kidlets (a new cute phrase I think we should start saying). I know it's probably not cute to you because my taste seems to vary from everyone else's. I'm reminded of this by my "friends" every time I put on an outfit. I mean, why people have a problem with snakeskin jeggings, acid wash jeans and Ed Hardy shoes is beyond me.
Anywho, right now, I am back from Roma, Puerto Rico and Atlantic city, settled down at my internship in New York City. Before I started (which happened to be yesterday), I tried to explain to people what the company did. After my cousins made countless fun of me because all I was doing was quoting the website verbatim, I decided a new way to let people know: Opensky.com. Boom.
It was great seeing my family after so long. They came over for Shabbat dinner and my cousin, Alex, brought to our attention that they found a new sign and now everyone's sign is changed. So, I'm no longer a Gemini, but a Taurus. I'm not big in Astrology, but this piece of information caused mayhem amongst us.
"Does this mean my personality changed?" I asked.
His brother Raffi declared, "Thats why I never won the lottery! I was picking the wrong numbers every time." And then followed up with, "No wonder I never pick the right girl." Which reminds us of our second cousin, Michelle, who only dates people with her sign. I wonder if this means that she will break up with her fiance.
Then all of us played a game of Clue in the kitchen. And by all of us, I mean all of my cousins except me. They discounted me because I was on the phone for five minutes and wouldn't let me jump back in. I don’t mean to point any fingers, but Zac Miller, this is your fault. To say I wasn't jealous just wouldn't be true. The game was taking forever and, finally, Raffi said, "I think it was Raffi in the kitchen with a pen." We all start cracking up. "Who did he kill?" I asked. "Himself" he said.
I have to say, it feels so good to be back in America, where people aren't laughing at my Italian and where I am not living in an apartment decorated for the Powderpuff girls. I actually have a shower sans butterflies on the floor - and I can move around in it.
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