It's a mid-morning jonesing for a bagel but not gonna do it edition of Friday's Feast. What's for grub?
Appetizer: Tell About A Time When You Had to be Brave
I don't know about anybody but, but bravery tends shows up when you don't have any other options. In other words, you really have no control over the situation, so just living through it makes you brave by default, which, if you think about it, isn't bravery at all, it's survival. With that caveat, three episodes come to mind.
Episode The First: Our cast of characters include GramTuna, GreenTuna and BabyBrotherTuna who was ... I don't know ... in middle school, maybe? We had spent the day on Macinac Island and BBTuna just HAD to get fudge before the 8pm ferry home, which of course, we consequently missed. After sitting on the pier for forever and a day, and watching the weather turn increasingly bad, we found out they weren't going to run any more ferries to due rough waters. That was, until some yahoo decided at 11pm that he was taking a boat across. So onto the boat we went, and our entire trip back to the mainland was a reenactment of the storm scene from Gilligan's Island. Meanwhile, BBTuna, who doesn't know better to be scared out of his mind, is riding back with his fool head sticking out of a porthole, so he can wave to death all the faster. Occasionally he'd stick soaking face back inside and yell, "This is GREAT!" I plotted death by fudge.
Episode The Second: This may have been the same trip, but at this point, we had ditched the youngster at camp. GramTuna and I went camping somewhere in the great outdoors, and as dusk turned to night, a motorcycle guy set up camp. And then he came over to our camp and asked if we'd take his picture so he could send it to his girlfriend. He spent quite a great deal of time telling us about himself and how he'd just gotten out of prison. As pleased as I was that he paid his debt to society, GramTuna and I both decided at about 4am that we had PLENTY of sleep, and it was time to get the hell out of Dodge.
Episode The Third: The scene: Creepy Crawly Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. The cast: GramTuna, GreenTuna and TinyTuna (she was Tiny back then, so there). The time: DUSK. We drove into Creepy Crawly Sleepy Hollow Cemetery to find the graves of Emerson and Thoreau and other important dead people. Keeping in mind that I don't do well in cemeteries in the daytime, much less at DUSK, I tried to move the other two along. "What time does the cemetery close?" Asked TinyTuna. "Dusk," I said tersely. "What time is it now?" "DUSK." Sure enough, by the time everybody finished taking pictures in the dark, we drove to the front gate which was LOCKED. Then we drove to the second gate which was LOCKED. Then we drove back to the front gate and I pondered trying to squeeze around something to escape. No go. Then we drove back to the second gate and I pondered a 911 call to spring us from the cemetery. Finally we noticed a small side road which led to our eventual escape. I was scared poopless.
Soup: Which Upcoming Movie Are You Excited About Seeing?
Not so much excited, but my to-see list includes Shrek The Third, Ratatouille and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Salad: Name an Item You Always Try to Have on Hand
Mittens in a snowball fight. They're a lot more useful there than on foot.
Main Course: Imagine the Most Relaxing Room You Can Think of.
Now describe it!
Dessert: On a scale of 1 to 10 (with 10 being the highest) how spiritual or religious are you?
I think instead of a scale (and really, who wants to use a scale?) it's better to judge this like one of those carnival things that you test your strength by smashing the pad with a sledgehammer. Some days my faith is an enormous Scooby-Doo. Other days, it's a plastic snake. It just kind of depends.