So myself and Sharpie are currently in a contest with Kate the Great, Tyson and Cyrus
Sharpie and I rented a house and so did the Morton trio
so it's house versus house
the contest is for the coolest house set up
the winning house will host the 2010 New Years Eve party
the judges are Carrie, Gentleman, and Raul
we have until November to fix it up the best we can since they're both fixer uppers
I've actually been watering my lawn these past few weeks
I got excited when I saw that there was rain in the forecast
well I am gonna be 35 this year
I guess at some point I would worry about my lawn
just kidding, I only care because I wanna kick the Morton's asses since it's 3 on 2
So I was thinking, I have an awesome picture of Stone Cold that I took
and I've never done anything with it
so I thought I'd blow it up and hang it somewhere in the house if not my room
I'd need to go to Raul's to get the pic cause I have the small version of it
I thought, too bad Raul can't blow it up for me
then I thought of this gem of a story that I had forgotten about
it's the last time I had Raul blow up pictures for me
So it's 1994 and Raul is 19 and I'm 20
we are both in a speech class at Victoria College
one of our assignments is to give a speech using visual aids
of course I go on the last day and wait to the night before to think of my speech
I was really heavy into blues at this time, so I picked that as my subject
to narrow it down I picked the subject of Texas blues using posters of Texas Blues men
I had a book that talked about the subject
Raul worked at the Student Center and said he could blow up the pictures there
So I gave him blue poster boards (for the blues, get it?)
he would make the copies that night and bring them with him to class in the morning
I marked the pictures for him to copy and prepared my speech that night
the next day in class he hands me the posters
I look over them and to my disgust none of them were the pictures I picked
I'm not sure how this happened but I'm sure it was my fault (Raul will never admit to fucking anything up)
He blew up the wrong pictures
so there were only two speeches that day, the last two speeches of the class
I'm on next
now none of my notes are any good
basically I'm being called up and I have a handful of Blues men I know very little about because they're all fucking no name Texas blues men
Luckily one of them is BB King
I do recall while not a Texan, King spent a lot of time in Texas
so I start with him
the rest I make up hoping that none of the students are blues experts
I then flip through the pictures during my speech and then a man by the name Johnny Winters pops up
I hate Johnny Winters
He's an albino white Texas blues guy
he's got a terrible voice and only plays slide guitar
now don't get me wrong I like slide guitar just fine
just not all the time
that's why I love my man Clapton
he gives you just enough slide guitar
he gives you enough of everything
so I unwillingly give my speech on Johnny Winter
anyway I finish my fake speech with fake facts and look to see if I'm being challenged by anyone in the class
everyone is just looking at me and I take my seat
later I get my grade paper
I saw more writing on it than usual
so I'm thinking, shit, she knows I got my facts wrong
but instead it's a comment that reads, " Last year my husband and I went on a cruise and there was a blues night on the boat. Very interesting subject, Vincent. Great speech."
I think I got a B because I kept saying "um"
it could have been worse
I could have kept saying "I guess" at the end of every sentence
I'll have the Stone Cold picture blown up professionally this time
and if I every meet Johnny Winters I'm gonna punch him right in the mouth
then stand over his body while pointing down at him and say," that's for making me do a speech on you in 1994!"
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