I heard about this on NPR today: Vietnamese officials want to ban karaoke parlors. They say the dancing leads to prostitution and other morally flawed behavior. I'm glad there's no such law on the books in Wisconsin--half of the success of my rendition of ABBA's Dancing Queen (sung in the key of B Flat) is my moves. Without my enthusiastic dance routine (lifted straight from Muriel's Wedding), I'd have been just another crappy singer belting it into the microphone last Friday night. (I told my friends TH and Mr. O that I couldn't sing--but they insisted--and they shared the stage with me so I wasn't craptastic all by myself.)
A Vietnamese health official had recently suggested a law banning small chested women from driving motorcycles. One wonders whether men would be allowed to drive motorcycles under that law--they tend to be even flatter chested than women. The rationale was that small chested women tend to be small. Sheesh. I'd have no chance living there--no motorcycling, no dancing while singing karaoke...
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My dear friend and writing partner Lauren Small is coming to town today for a whirlwind weekend promoting her book Choke Creek. We've got the Bumble Book Club tonight, a local high school tomorrow afternoon, an open house/book reading Sunday and another high school Monday morning. I'm looking forward to introducing her to the glories of my Wisconsin World, including a Friday Night Fish Fry.
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Just heard my kids upstairs in the bathroom. I hollered up that they better remember to flush. Mr. G called back, "I'm just going in to see B's poop! Then we'll flush!" Ah, I love it when they share. No doubt they'll leave a great impression on Lauren...
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