- Farm subsidies
- GM Corn
- Confined Animal Feeding Operations
- What a carbon analysis of our hair might reveal
Meanwhile, my husband is looking at me like, Why can't you just do too many shots and jump out of a giant cake in a bikini like Jeff's wife just did?
Anyway, I decided to switch conversational gears later in the evening to avoid traumatizing anyone else. First, I was introduced to the singer of a local band and his adorable new girlfriend. Turned out it was her birthday, too. Unfortunately, the singer in question was spectacularly drunk--so drunk you could nearly see his liver glowing through his shirt--which made him quite the Flirty Gertie, all handsy and stinky and stumbly. So I decided to switch to Interviewer Mode to divert his attention back to Lucky Girlfriend, where it belonged. Here's what happened:
Me, to the happy couple: "So how long have you two been together?"
Drunk singer: "Oh, I don't know. Four months?"
Lucky Girlfriend: "We started dating on June 21st."
Me: "So how did you meet?"
Singer: "She was at one of my shows."
Me: "What first attracted you to her?"
Singer: "Oh, her Dad was hilarious. Her family is great. I just love them."
Girlfriend: *Smile beginning to fade*
Me: "But you saw her and thought she was the prettiest girl in the room, right?"
Singer, after a long pause: "Well, not really. You know, as I get older, I'm so much more interested in what's INSIDE a woman, as opposed to the OUTSIDE."
Girlfriend: *Dirty look*
Me, laughing out loud: "But she's adorable! I'm sure you thought she was beautiful."
Singer, leaning in to cup his girlfriend's face: "But it's what's on the INSIDE that matters, right?"
Girlfriend: *Glaring at boyfriend now*
Singer: "I just..I don't know...her family...they're GREAT!"
Me: *Backing silently away while their fight broke out.*
Well that was a disaster. So I decided to switch conversational approaches again. May I just say that attempting to act as Life Coach to a burly, recovering drug addict at 2 in the morning is only going to lead to tears? For him? The good thing is, you'll walk away thinking, Well, my family may not be perfect, but at least my mother never locked me in a cage when I was a kid.
Maybe I should just keep it simple, I thought. Make people laugh. Get back to my roots.
Me, after eating 6 Bloody Mary garlic pickles, to a girl I've only met once before: "Hey, doesn't my breath smell kind of like a casserole?"
So if anyone would like to learn more about factory farming or the giant mass of plastic floating in the Pacific Ocean, I'll be at my cousin's wedding in Appleton this Saturday night. Dinner will be served at 5, annoying lecture to follow.