9.18.01

i had dinner at my grandparents’ house tonight. my two favorite gems from the evening:

– hearing the phrase “whore house piano” come out of my prim-and-proper grandmother’s mouth (with appropriate apologies before and after)

– upon explaining my plans for the upcoming year’s employment, being asked “are you always going to be a vagabond?”

yes, grandma. i’m always going to be a vagabond. but at least i’ll be able to say “whore house piano” whenever i want.