As cool as I am

Here's a part of my weekend I somehow neglected to mention: Saturday night, after ungluing my sister from TiVo and driving her home, we stopped by Pochi's for bubble tea. And we didn't leave until 12:30 a.m. because we were playing Scrabble. The boring married folk. Out past their bedtime. In a bubble tea shop. On the Ave. With all the hip cool Asian university students. My husband and I, we are the Epitome Of Cool.

And last night we found ourselves on the futon in the yellow bedroom singing (in falsetto) the ridiculous Gospel-ish song our ultra-white suburban choir likes to sing a lot at our ultra-white urban-but-in-the-rich-folk-neighborhood church. I don't know how we got started on the subject, but suddenly I was raucously screeching a church song (and snorting, because you can't laugh and sing at the same time) while Phillip did the beatboxing. (And you guys, this song? IS HILARIOUS. Because it is so not supposed to BE hilarious. Someone needs to tell the poor church ladies that 1. that octave is not a good octave for anyone and 2. the altos are horribly out of whack with the sopranos and 3. did I mention that this song has rhythm? And is therefore most unsuitable for our stuffy liturgy? I'm all for jazzing up the service, but baby steps people, baby steps.)

The coolness, it's nearly unbearable. (And you should hear us singing in the car. Paging P Diddy: we need a record deal.)

And it's not just the singing. Oh no. The coolness is manifest everywhere and, dare I say, is rubbing off. We have single handedly created serious addictions to a certain cultish TV show about survivors on a mysterious island (DEFINITELY cool) in no less than three close friends. Our neighbor is choosing a date for a party based on whether we'll be able to attend. We've been asked to share at the pre-marriage classes at church, because we are 1. undoubtedly cool and 2. experts at being married, apparently. The Italian restaurant downtown seated us right next to the entrance, not because we were scruffy looking with thin wallets, but because they wanted the other patrons to feel cool as they walked into the dining room. AND JC Penney recently informed me that sales for red couches exploded exponentially when the rest of town heard that my new red couches will arrive this Saturday. (THIS SATURDAY!)

Also, cool people like me know that today is National Pasta Day. Which is only fitting as today marks the start of Maggie's Slow Decline Into Crazy, aka the South Beach Diet. CURSES.