Sunday, December 18, 2005

What's in a name?

Well, there used to be a skit on SNL (in the days of Mike Myers and David Spade) where they had a commercial for Happy Fun Ball.... essentially it was a toy that had tons of warnings in the commercials (such as "Happy Fun Ball contains a liquid core, which, if exposed due to rupture, should not be touched, inhaled, or looked at"). One of the warnings was "Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball." I found this vastly amusing. (The actual commercial language is here). Don't be shocked if you don't think it's hilarious - most people fall into this category. :)

Okay, so fast forward (using Wayne's World sounds and hand motions if you'd like - doo doo doo) to 1995... I was on a trip to California with my friend Jill to visit our friend Marissa's graduation and I spotted a pair of plaid flannel pants (they had pockets and were sold in the pants section, so I don't think they were pajamas). I'll admit - they were as ugly as homemade soap, but the attractive factor was that they were very comfortable. Yes, this was pre-Friends days when people wore them often....

At any rate, they looked comfy and me being the person I am, I bought them. My two friends thought that these were hilarious, so I decided to call them my Happy Fun Pants - and instructed them to not taunt them. :)

Anyway, I went to college and had so many pairs and wore them very often that people started calling me Happy Fun Pants, or Fun Pants for short. I still have several pairs of fun pants, but do not wear them too much in public any more. :) What I think is funnier is that many of my friends have picked up on the terminology and call their lounge pants "fun pants" and have instructed their friends that their pajama pants are indeed fun. :)

The end. :)

Friday, December 09, 2005

How not to end a date...

So, since joining this thing, I've caught up with some people that I've lost touch with along the way - this always leads to the question of what my relationship status is...which got me thinking about a couple of the most recent dates I've been on.

One of the dates ended with an out-of-the-blue question: "So, are we going to make out or what?" It was out of the blue because we had not been flirting or even remotely talking about doing anything like that after the date. In fact, during dinner the major discussion point was of how he dislocated his dog's eye ball with a tennis ball at the dog park. I know what you're wondering, so I'll just answer the questions: (1) no, I am not making up the story - he really did discuss that in painful detail during dinner, and (2) I didn't know that an eyeball could be dislocated either.

The next date ended with another question of "So, they're double d's right?" This was said looking at my chest. I was shocked and said the only thing I could think of, which was "I can't believe you just asked me that!" To which he responded, "Because I'm right?" That he was right was hardly the point....