how to get from 'St. Peter' to 'iceberg' in twenty leaps of logic or less...

[aruan]

Miranda and I are dorks. We also love coffee, especially at the Starbucks in downtown Gainesville where we can play Trivial Pursuit and burst out with random lines from showtunes and the baristas will join in. The happy gent behind the counter remembered us and my overenthusiastic response to the return of seasonal coffees even before we stepped up to the counter, calling out, "and that lady is having a Grande Gingerbread Latte!" That's my man right there. The girl at the register recognized RENT from:
My: "And thirteen orders of fries, is that it here?"
and our Joint: "Wine and beer!"
She called us 'old school' while I explained that I'd just seen the show a few weeks ago in New York.
"Joey's doing it now, right," she asked.
"Yes, yes he is," I managed with most of my dignity intact, gushing a bit as is completely inevitable still when you get me started on the topic.

So here's the line of thought actually relevant to the subject line. I swear it seemed perfectly reasonable in the process of having it. Have I mentioned identifying more and more with JC with each passing day?

Question: What's an ocean going "bergy-bit" too small to be?

Miranda: Something ocean-going. Ship?
Jules: It is not any sort of seafaring vessel.
Miranda: Hm. Animal?
Jules: No. What floats on water?
Miranda: What's ocean-faring, you mean.
Jules: Right!
Miranda: A person?
Jules: Maybe a very lightweight one.
Miranda: People can swim.
Jules: But not across oceans.
Miranda: *thinks* Churches! Wood! Very small rocks!
Jules: Oh, I'm sorry, it was the Pope in Avignon. But thanks for playing our game.
Miranda: And then St. Peter opens the trap door...
Jules: *has the brilliant idea that'll keep this conversation going long after it should've been resolved* What are the conditions that have to be met to facilitate the occurrence of an extraordinary phenomenon?
Miranda: What?
Jules: Write your poem not due until next Wednesday! Right now! Before closing! On those napkins! In your blood!
Miranda: ...no?
Jules: That's not... What's your dominant response characteristic there?
Miranda: Sarcasm?
Jules: Yes. Now, try again.
Miranda: Over my dead body, not in a million years, ...when hell freezes over?
Jules: *much too loud and a little hysterical* YES! So, barring a miraculous event between the time St. Peter opens that trap door and your landing, you'll burn in the fiery pits of Hell for all eternity, right?
Miranda: ...right.
Jules: But in new, *improved* Hell, *this* would be rather commonplace.
Miranda: *confused again and looking ready to take matters into her own hands*
Jules: Okay. What are some characteristics of Hell as we know it?
Miranda: Fire and brimstone?
Jules: Yes! Now, new and improved Hell...?
Miranda: Icicles...snow...ICEBERGS. *death glare at my scary inner mental landscapes*

Just as an aside, she took a *much* more roundabout route to get me to guess Tim as the first syllable of Timbuktu than should've been warranted. I mean, really.


Quote of the Day:
"I'm just trying to make a buck, you know. I'm trying to send Lance into space."
-Carson Daly (damn you, Tiff, for making him sympathetic)

Comments

[giddyupnow.livejournal.com]

Yay for impromptu Broadway recitals! :-D That doesn't happen often enough here anymore. Sigh.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

I promised I would have the show memorized in its entirety by the next time we all ran into each other. Don't you worry, there'll be plenty of skipping arm-in-arm down Broadway singing anything you'd like soon enough.

*gazes at the adorable JoLa moment above* I can't adore that icon enough. Even if it was the TrickyFish that bit and won't let *me* go earlier this morning.

[giddyupnow.livejournal.com]

Hiya, girlie. Okay, so I'm trying to look at the big picture here and I suppose it might not be the most brilliant move in the world to be making another trip to the east coast for the moment, regardless of who I get to foot the plane fare. What with just quitting the job (and the non-reliability of my typical sort of work) and having tons of bills that *should* be paid and worrying about having enough for next semester with or without financial aid and all. And the holiday prices and pandemonium and attending a concert back here at around the same time. And that I've already seen the show quite enough times by any sane person's count *g* So, unless some ridiculous windfall comes my way, I'm thinking I'll have to reluctantly bow out of any further plans for a December in New York :-( However, I'm sure you'll have a fantabulous time with Diana (with lots and lots of photos to SCAN, right? ;-)) and that come spring, I'll definitely be antsy for another trip. Another time, another place?