When your supply of chocolate suddenly runs out and you crave something sweet, it isn't recommended to go overboard on the digestive cookies. It's dangerous how delicious they are.
The story of how I acquired my chocolate "supply" is kind of interesting. I was walking home yesterday and found a shiny euro coin in the street. I was ecstatic. It was like a suprise party in the gutter. So like the classic American, I assessed the economical benefits of saving verse spending for about three seconds, and then nearly tripped over two homeless men on my way into the bakery to spend my new money as fast as possible. Truth is, I have quite a picky sweet tooth. Don't get me wrong, I love cavities, but I get downright disgusted when I choose an innocent looking crossiant and then bite into a landslide of yellow custard. I was getting the chills just thinking about the nightmare of a Russel Stovers box without the information sheet, when I decided I should just do things organic and stick with a plain bar of chocolate.
Of course the bars of chocolate they had were monsterous and actually cost a little more than a euro but I was far past any economical analysis once I realized the theatrical reference I had stumbled upon. I. Am. Charlie. Unfortunately there was no gold wrapper, no invitation to a chocolate factory and instead of people gathering around to make outrageous offers for my recent purchase, I just had the typical gawking directed at the American scarfing a candy bar in the street.
As a side note, I really do like when references as such happen. I just imagine 8 second musical numbers where I am the star, I have thick hair and I can actually sing. And sometimes I'm asked to play British parts. On a really more embarassing side note, I went to Portugal this past weekend and met someone with British accent and because of too much drinking implored for an impersonation of Oliver Twist when he says "Please sir, can I 'ave some mo'?" Of course, its not as funny today and I'm glad I'll probably never see this person again.
How come things are never as funny? I hate that. Also I discovered another thing I strongly dislike. (Is it bad I keep track of a "strongly dislike" list?) Anyway here it is, I recently met a drama teacher who was quite undramatic. I couldn't get over it. Undramatic is one thing, but being bland and huffy is another. For someone who had a degree in Drama, I of course had imagined asking for the salt to be passed and then experiencing a lively bit with a twirling salt shaker and maybe a few spins in the air pecisely showering my food with salt and exquisiteness. I would have applauded and demanded an encore for the pepper as well. Instead I was met with a monotone voice and there was no condoment spectacles nor charades nor accent impersonations.
It seems todays theme is deception in all things theater. Now this is a Spain blog!
Brooke is the sort of drama teacher you're looking for. She wouldve danced that salt shaker across the table to you (perhaps with some cheesy bit about shakin it like a salt shaker).
ReplyDeleteI just read this and very QUICKLY clicked "Comments" so I could do offer my services and LOOK! There's Elizabeth's post already telling you of my offerings. Really, Camille, every word of this post if my favorite you've ever written. I was reading in Charlie the second you said you saw a Euro in the gutter. Thanks for making me smile! And in turn I will shake it like a salt shaker just for you right this moment while facing east.
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