god is love, beeyotch: part 2
This is a follow-up to an earlier post.
So, remember how I did that god-awful rap with my high school friends Isaac and Annie? Well, a week or two ago, I got an e-mail from Isaac, who read the weblog:
…do you realize that WE came up with the idea and that we approached Laurie with it? And that you and I were SENIORS? And that WE WERE ALMOST 18? That’s the saddest part of the story…we should have known better! Why didn’t we know better? Why were we doing the running man? Why did we wear sunglasses? Why did we gangsta stroll into the classroom? Dam.
[Our friends] still have a tape. I needs me a copy….so’s I can show my kids (when I have kids) how cool daddy was.
And in hindsight… he’s right.
Now, anyone who knows me in person knows that I exaggerate ever so slightly in most of my weblog posts. I usually make the situation worse than it really is, for humor’s sake. I am fairly confident that this is the first time I’ve written about something and the situation was more humiliating than I actually wrote it.
God, I feel like that sweater-guy who sang “Like a Virgin” on American Idol 2.
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