I ran into my old AU friend, Scuba Steve, at work last night and he mentioned I’m now “famous” because I’ve gotten a mention in our alumni magazine. When I went home and read my copy, I was a bit horrified to see that I practically sound like I’m advertising for a husband.
Maryann Koopman BA ’04 has been film and research coordinator…blah blah blah…also a part-time barista….blah blah blah…involved at East 91st Christian Church…blah blah blah…(here’s where it gets good) She lives alone in a small Art Deco apartment in downtown Indy. She writes, “I currently spend so much time helping all my other AU friends get married, I have not had the time to find a spouse of my own!”
Oh, dear. Did I really write that? Surely it was in jest. I think I was mocking the fact that most people who write in their updates only tell about who they married and how many kids they have. I didn’t really think that they’d print it for the world to see! Ha ha on me.
When I was walking back to my car last night after Starbucks, I ended up giving all my tips to a disabled war vet. Sometimes I wish I was Jesus and I could just say, “Man, pick up your wheelchair and walk!” and keep my money. That sounds pretty selfish, I know.
I want to add a skagen watch to my list of improbable birthday presents. I haven’t worn a watch in years because the metal irritates my skin, but skagens have anti-allergy metal backs. Plus they look cool.
When I was heading into the gym the other day, I had to yank at the back of my underwear and a whole truckload of no-good Indiana white boys yelled and cheered. Last night at Starbucks I also had a momentary panty-yank and Casey announced it to the entire line of customers. Geez, guys, can’t a girl adjust her undies in peace? What is the big deal? Men adjust other things in public all the time.