I was tagged to write 12 random things about myself relating to Christmas. The tag included three other rules:
2. Please refer to this tag as ‘hoopla’.
3. Specifically tag others.
4. Do this as quickly as possible.
I’m breaking the rules:
1. In lieu of 12 boring facts, you're getting one interesting story.
2. No, I won’t.
3. I feel weird doing that, so I’m not tagging others.
4. I’ll take my sweet ass time, thanks.
Sorry, Charlie, it looks like I’m not doing anything remotely similar to what I was originally asked.
Oh well, here goes…
I believe it was 1991. I was a freshman in high school and it was Christmas Eve morning. My dad took me to this little hole-in-the-wall movie rental place, Q-mart, with a specific mission: return home with Faces of Death IV (for us) and A Muppet Family Christmas (for my mom and probably my brother because he was 8 – a little too young for Faces of Death).
My dad walks up to the counter…
My Dad: You got ‘Faces of Death IV’?
My Dad: CooOOOoooolll!
Clerk (to himself): Dude. It’s Christmas. WTF?
My dad: You got that ‘Muppet Family Christmas’ bullshit?
My Dad (disappointed): FUCK!!! (pause) *sigh* We’ll get both.
There is nothing cooler than being with your dad on Christmas Eve while he rents Muppets and Faces of Death, then defends the Muppet movie rental (as if it's weird) by saying, “my wife wanted it.”
Meanwhile, the guy is staring at my dad like, “Dude. It’s Christmas and you’re renting Faces of Death. I don’t mean to be rude, but what the hell?”
Listening to: Nil8 - The Insanity of Drayton Sawyer and His Hallucination of Love Brought on by the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Part II