rice, roomies, and randomness

I hereby deem Saturday's potluck dinner a success. We ended up with four sets of roommates and a lot of rice dishes. Those of you who scuttled out early missed the fun of the G-man's girlfriend breaking out her new video camera. (She tried to point the lens at us. Then it was our turn to do the breaking.) You also missed out on the G-man trying to sit-ups on my Yoga ball. Oh, and me giving everyone a surprise beating playing Acquire. I am the Queen. All bow to me. Maniacal laugh.

Maybe the G-man’s right and some of Big-Bold-D’s Jewish luck is rubbing off on me. Then again what’s with this Jewish luck thing? I have the same question about the Luck o’ the Irish, too. I recently heard “The Luck of the Irish” on the radio and the chorus is as follows:

If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!

Google’s showing me that John Lennon sang the song, but I heard some Irish band with beautifully thick accents singing it (making it all the more depressing). Surprisingly, it looks like Shonen Knife did a cover of it, too. It’s odd because they’re the perky J-pop duo that sings, “Cycling is Fun” to me at least once a week through my iTunes. What’s with the morbid Irish song? Now I need to hear it. Must e-mail co-worker to find out if he has it.

One minute and eight seconds later:
He has it and put a copy in my folder on the server. Starting up iTunes. I hear John Lennon singing. He stops. Shonen Knife starts in with their cute not-quite-English pronunciations. Now John's singing. Oh, Shonen Knife again. Now they're finishing up together. Oh my. Oh my, that's all I can say. I think the girls should stick with serious topics like the fun of bicycle riding.

On to another thread: Maybe in the future I should call the G-man's girlfriend "H-woman." Then again, maybe that's a bit premature; I mean the boy hasn't even given her a drawer yet. Can she really be the H-woman without possession of the G-man's drawers? OK, by that I mean a dresser drawer, naughty readers. Hmm, maybe it’s just a naughty me.

Drawers side note: I'm wearing boy's boxers today and enjoying the roomyness. Guys get all the comfy stuff. On the other hand, I'm not willing to give up my high-heeled black boots with the silver buttons. I just look to gosh darn cute in them.

Hmm, enough rambling, back to work. The editing piles are beginning to grow.