Good... And Good for You

During my little hike up the Avenue Twin Peaks, the song “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” started playing.  And I just want to point out that, um actually, Marvin, there are DEFINITELY mountains high enough to keep me from you. In fact, I’m pretty sure this hill I’m looking at right now is more than high enough to keep me from you. So let’s make our relationship goals a little more attainable, shall we? Something like, “Ain’t no burrito ‘grande’ enough to keep me from gettin’ to you, baby.” ...I should write songs.

I kinda thought it would be a fun, whimsical summer goal to reread (or re-Audible, if I’m being honest) each of my ALL-TIME FAVORITE OF ALL! TIME! EVER! books. But then I started to worry that there’s no way my beloveds (super creepy word choice, Kat) could live up to the hype and I was effectively ruining all of my favorite books. Like when you plan dinner with an old friend that you haven’t seen in over a decade and as you’re driving to the restaurant you think, “Wait. I’ve changed since college. What if they have too? What if they kill puppies for a living?? What if they think dinosaurs and dragons are the same thing??? What if they were always the worst, but I was too stupid to notice it until now?? What if they’re so boring, I panic and start filibustering about how cinnamon is technically a vegetable and pickles are technically fruit???” ... Anywho. So far I've re-listened to "The House of the Spirits," "The Three Musketeers," and "Me Talk Pr...

Let's be honest, each of us really only have four or five truly entertaining stories. Stories that are genuinely funny or compelling and that we know exactly how to tell. Right? So maybe it's just me, but I get SO EXCITED when I make a new friend and I get to tell that person one of my four or five genuinely entertaining stories. This happened to me the other day. I was grabbing dinner with a new friend, and he mentioned something about driving a stick shift, and in my mind I was like, "Oh ya... that reminds me of the time my exboyfriend and I..." and then I realized that I had an AMAZING story that I was going to get to tell for the first time in FOREVER! ... sigh... hello old friend. But then, even though I'd told the story approximately 7.5 billion times (once to every person on earth), I somehow don’t tell it right and it fell flat. Tragedy. Ya. It was like the conversational equivalent of walking into a room with a big cake, but then tripping an...