May 29th, 2003

amsterdam

Name Dropping

Upon reading the Filthy Critic review of The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood, I have concluded that including the full name of characters in stories about your or other people's childhoods makes stories that much funnier.

Example:

The first time I ever kissed a boy was in second grade when I went over to his house to play for the afternoon. He and another boy that we played Star Wars in the playground with were fighting over me. He was Han Solo. The other guy was Luke. There's little reason to wonder why I ended up kissing Han Solo. Being the girl, I was Leia after all. When we re-met in High School, the boy I kissed told me that the day before the other boy moved away, he vowed that the day he moved back was the day he was going to marry me.

versus:

The first time I ever kissed a boy was in second grade when I went over to John Amente's house to play for the afternoon. He and the other boy that we played Star wars in the playground with were fighting over me. John was Han Solo. Peter Picnic was Luke. There's little reason to wonder why I ended up kissing Han Solo; being the girl, I was Leia after all. When we re-met in High School, John told me that the day before Peter Picnic moved away, he vowed that the day he moved back from Chicago was the day he was going to marry me.
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