Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Is he a Lean, Mean, Grilling Machine?

Girl sleepover talk at 32 (or 31, 30) is far more profound than it was in high school.

McKins*: So I met him because he's the brother of this girl who is dating the guy who is the brother of a girl who is a family friend of ours. Who, incidentally has the same name as me.
Me: Wait he has the same name as you?
McKins: No the girl who's the family friend of ours does.
HelloKitty77*: Oh. Well what's his name?
McKins: OK that's the funny thing. It's George. But growing up and all through college he was called Scott, because that's his middle name. But then all of a sudden he decided to go with George. Isn't that weird???
HelloKitty77: That is extremely disconcerting!
Me: George. That's such an old school name.
McKins: I know. And why change your name so late in life?
Me: Is he a first year surgical resident at Seattle Grace Hospital?
McKins: Uh, no.
HelloKitty77: Is he Of the Jungle?
McKins: No.
Me: Is he Curious?
McKins: ....No.

American Georges, both loved and despised.



*Though her innocence is likely questionable, her identity remains deserving of anonymity via use of a thinly veiling cognomen.

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