Yesterday was my dad's 55th birthday. I called him to say, "Happy Birthday." It was a short conversation. His friend Bernie was at the house.
Dad: Bernie's here.
Dad: He got me a card. It's PG.
Me: It's PG?
Dad: Well, it would be rated R if you removed the black dots.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Well, he's gone. We had a nice drive to St. Louis.
While listening to Paul Simon, he turned it up and said, "This almost makes me wish I had rhythm." We also listened to a Mitch Hedberg stand-up CD. He enjoyed that as well.
Driving past a bus stop on Western Ave...
Dad: She must be a detective.
Me: That one in the leather jacket?
Dad: Yeah. She's wearing heels. All the female detectives on TV wear heels.
When we got to St. Louis, we went to O'Connell's to eat. I have to say this way the perfect ending to our 10 months together. Sitting in a big wooden booth at my favorite bar in St. Louis, drinking beer and eating burgers with my dad.
Now, I think I may have to start a blog about all the crazy shit my mom says to me on the phone. She had a great line this weekend.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Last night I was in the kitchen making dinner. Joe was on his way over. Dad comes in the kitchen, scares the shit out of me, and then sits down to talk about this Paul Simon/Steve Martin audio clip I sent him earlier in the day.
Joe shows up and walks in the kitchen.
Dad: Hi, Joe. (pause) You know, I've known her (me) a lot longer than you. In fact, I bet I've seen her naked more than you have.