Elke tagged me and she's right, it's been far too long since I've blogged. And you know what they say about all study and no play...
Behold, the Caesar’s Bath meme! List five things that people in your circle of friends or peer group are wild about, but you can’t really understand the fuss over. To use the words of Caesar (from History of the World Part I), "Nice. Nice. Not thrilling . . . but nice."
1 - Passing up white wine. I will admit up front, I am still developing my palate for reds. But sometimes I think people act like white wine is wimpy, that it's just for fish and beginners. But I think white wines have a huge range of flavors. Delish. (Did I mention one of my new fave combos is the mango fried rice at Brown Sugar Cafe, with a glass of Gewurztraminer? Yum...)
2 - Red Sox. (Did I say that, while living in Boston? Should I ever even try to leave the house again?) I cheered for them in the playoffs, I love going to Fenway, the curse is broken, hurrah for the Sox. But this city doesn't have Red Sox fever -- fevers are usually broken. No, this is an addiction. A city obsessed. I thought Duke U. Cameron crazies were -- well, crazy. I've seen some wild stuff over football in the midwest, too. Being a Red Sox fan is universal across all segments of society -- white collar, blue collar, male, female, all ages, races, nationalities. Strangers will stop to ask you for the score on a game day. You simply can't live in Boston and not be a Red Sox fan. You don't have a choice. I believe it's a legal residency requirement.
3. Reality TV. I've had enough already, a lot of folks have, yet the networks keep coming up with more. Gimme a break! If there's anything good I can say about reality shows, they've made it easier for me to turn off the box. (And that takes care of 1997's New Year's resolution.)
4. Macaroni Grill. Say "Macaroni Grill" and I shudder. Same reaction to Cheesecake Factory. If there's a two-hour wait for a table, it must be good...?
5. Public Phone Conversation. We are in desperate need for a national champion of phone etiquette in this age of cellular technology. Me, I don't often carry my phone; I'm usually on my way to class or to the library, both I consider places inappropriate for phone ringing. When I do have my phone and it rings in public place, most often I tell the caller I'll get back to them. I just can't pretend that people aren't hearing my conversations. I just don't get how people won't even acknowledge your presence walking down the street or riding the T, yet they don't seem to mind divulging the icky details of their lives for everyone around to hear. I've (over?)heard everything from lover's spats to details of a woman's personal showering habits. Ew. And don't you just hate it when you're standing in line at the store and the customer in front of you at the counter is talking on their phone, too involved in conversation to finish their business with the salesperson (and hurry out of your way)?
So now, I have to tag someone... I will tag Kathy. And anyone else who'd like to play, consider yourself tagged!