Me: Okay, Chad's here now. I want to give you your present. But I was too tired to wrap it, so you have to close your eyes.
Liz: Uh, okay.
(I place present in front of Liz, face side down)
Liz: Can I look now?
Me: Yes. Tell me, without turning it over, what it looks like.
(Liz opens eyes.)
Liz: It looks like... A LAB COAT!
Me: Not just any lab coat! Flip it over!
Liz: IT IS A LAB COAT! AND IT HAS MY NAME EMBROIDED ON IT! OH! I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!
(The three other patrons at the bar turn and stare. Liz puts on the lab coat and admires the sleeves.)
Me: Merry Christmas!
Ladies and gentlemen, the doctor is in. And I am out... first to the bar for a little New Year's action, and then to New York-Ohio. I will return on MLK Day. In the meantime, thanks for a wonderful year. I only hope that I made all your lives a fraction as happy as knowing you made mine.
BARF. BRING ME SOME GIN, THERE'S AN ODD TASTE IN MY MOUTH, ALMOST LIKE TENDERNESS.
Aww. Everyone knows if we bring you gin (which I have) you will become even more tender in your drunkeness.
ReplyDeleteGreat gift for the lizard. I wish the weather wasn't so poopy so I could come back down to the kato and celebrate with all y'all.
- The Wombat
SO HAPPY! THE SLEEVES ARE TAPERED SO I CAN'T KNOCK OVER BEAKERS OR SET MYSELF ON FIRE WITH MY BUNSEN BURNER! AND THERE ARE LITTLE SLITS FOR ME TO GET INTO MY PANTS POCKETS! I'M GOING TO SLEEP IN IT TONIGHT!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I know what pocket pool is, thank you.
And, Wombat, we missed you.
Ah, Lizard. I'm so glad you like it.
ReplyDeleteIn other news, we made it to Buffalo, at which point I looked through my digital photos and became so mortified about my drunkeness on New Year's that I wanted to throw up. Apologies all around to you, Chad, Chris, and the B.
See you in town on the 15th! (I think.)