"Tell us that story again, Bob... please?"
Sorry to have been so quiet the last few days... I've been super busy with work and extra-curricular activities, plus ministering to the influenza-ridden Miz Becky.
I do have a quick story for you, though.
Tuesday night I was at the aforementioned Circus shoot. We were getting some photos together for an event they're doing in January; the theme of the event is "strip club". That means that at the shoot there were, well, uh... Oh, I'll come right out and say it. Naked clowns. And if that doesn't scare ya...
They're cold and hungry. So they order pizza.
Alert readers can already see where this is going.
After they get off the phone, I look up from where I'm fussing with my lights and say "You know, this is going to be one of those deliveries that goes down in pizza dude legend."
The Circus ladies, in their various states of dishabille, look sideways at each other. And snicker.
Half an hour or so later, the pizza dude shows up, looking just like you'd expect a pizza dude to look. And he's greeted by six half-naked women in clown makeup, jumping up and down, giggling, and screaming "Pizza! Pizza! Yum yum!". And he looks, again, just about like how you'd expect him to look.
"Hey, are you guys rehearsing for some kind of show?"
I would have paid cash money to eavesdrop on the conversation when he got back to the kitchen.
Joshua Edelstein, on Friday, December 5, 2003 at 6:35 AM:
You would think, knowing me, that I--as with your alert readers--would have seen where that was going. But no.
For me, it was the threat of hot cheese and tomato sauce on bare skin.
Atsui!!!!
rfkj, on Friday, December 5, 2003 at 11:15 AM:
I interviewed naked people for my radio show once. The streaking club just kind of showed up at the door to the station, and I dumped the record I was playing and went on the air with the memorable "Uh, there are naked people here." I wish I had taped it. Hearing streakers on the radio is almost as funny as seeing them in person.
Joshua Edelstein, on Friday, December 5, 2003 at 12:21 PM:
And yet, sometimes people have virtually no reaction at all to naked people. My old band used to have a song called "Naked." So, one time, at band camp . . . I mean, a gig, I appropriately *got* naked during the drum solo. I'm standing there playing my strategically lowered bass, jamming along, and there's a girl standing in line for the bathroom on my side of the stage. I smile politely at her, and she just gives me this look of utter boredom.
Maybe she didn't like our music.
timoth, on Friday, December 5, 2003 at 2:22 PM:
(in my best "Beavis and Butthead")
"ahhhh ... huh..."
"...he said naked clowns ...."
To resist was futile ....
timoth