There are varying shades of "cool" in this world. Tonight, I experienced but little of it. First, I'm in Nebraska! It doesn't get any non-cooler than that. Second, well . . . I'm not sure anything tops that.
It's Friday and my friend and I go to our usual writer's group meeting. That's rather cool, in a sense - the whole artsy, "oooh, we're writers" thing. And we do have a great, albeit small, group. And the members are cool and some of them are published which, to me, the aspiring author, is cool. Okay, that done, my friend and I, with our handy 20% off coupons for that store, go in search of books - that's cool - reading is always cool. She finds her newest Japanese manga - in certain circles that's got a coolness factor. I find the newest Katie Macalister book - "Light My Fire" - and that's cool. Cool in the sense that it's "cool-I'm happy I found it," cool like "cool, her new book's out!" and cool like "it's all good."
By the way - if you like your romance with tons of humor and sexy vampires - read Katie Macalister's books. She also writes some non-vampire romance comedies and a paranormal romance comedy in which a woman is bonded to a dragon, who's also a sexy, sexy man.
Okay, that done - we make our purchases and, in true cool fashion, I eschew a plastic bag.
Now, it begins, the lack of coolness. We head off to my friend's place to watch "something."
On the way home, I have a CD mix of anime/game music - that can be cool. But first up is "The Hamster Dance" - okay, it's silly cool.
Then, it begins - we sing along to Romanian disco music! Well, I can at least say I knew less of the words than my friend. But, here we are - Friday night, in the city, singing "Mi ya hee, mi ya hu, mi ya ho, mi ya ha ha" - and continuing along with the whole of the song, "Dragostea Din Tei" by O-Zone. Well, it doesn't get much non-cooler than that.
Until, we're in her place and we slip off our shoes, to discover we are both wearing the same "American Pride" sport socks we bought on clearance at ShopKo!
And to cap the evening, she showed me the movie "Napoleon Dynamite."
So, singing along, quite well on her part, and somewhat on mine (like it's any better), wearing our clearance socks and watching a movie about losers . . .
On a Friday night in Omaha, Nebraska. Yeah, doncha' wanna' share in that wildness?
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