"Finally, I suspect that it is by entering that deep place inside us where our secrets are kept that we come perhaps closer than we do anywhere else to the One who, whether we realize it or not, is of all our secrets the most telling and the most precious we have to tell." Frederick Buechner
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Tea Partay.
As a New Englander, I suppose I represent this video, but I sure as hell ain't no WASP, although some of them are my best friends.
I've even had them over to dinner, which is always a hassle because I can never get all the forks straight. Then again, I can't even think straight.
Yo, yo, Provincetown, Hollaback! Turo in da house! Tell Buffie to chirp me.
Hat tip to Ann.
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Why is it that preppy rich people can't afford SOCKS?
ReplyDeleteIt's not that they can't afford them. It's just that they think they don't need them because their feet - like their excrement - doesn't stink.
ReplyDeletesweet sister
ReplyDeletewhy would you even want to try thinking straight?
wouldn't that be a very real perversion of something rather unique and wonderful created by the Holy Spirit herself?
sorry Elizabeth i couldn't resist. straight you aint, and thank God for that! LOL
David@Montreal
not like any tea dance here in
ReplyDeletep-town
Is it time to out myself and tell you that we had croquet, badminton, and white cotton tablecloths at Patrick's 2 yr. birthday party?
ReplyDeleteGreat video. We (I) have to be able to laugh at ourselves. Oh, and if anyone send you a picture of us in Easton, I would love a digital copy.
Curiously enough, there's a reference to this video in an article in the current Atlantic Monthly.
ReplyDelete(Verification word is fiendshn.)
I think this is one of the most hysterical videos I've seen. Don't know about the Atlantic Monthly article, but I guess that means it must be a fairly recent video.
ReplyDeleteYou know, David, I can only joke about these things because, well, I am what I am. You know that. That's why we can both LOL about it.
Joie, I think it's really funny that you celebrated your son's birthday in that way. What's really neat is that you can tell the truth about yourself. I'll see if I've got a picture of us together and send it to you. As I remember, it came out rather fuzzy.
As someone who gets accused of being a WASP on a regular basis, I giggled until I about died.
ReplyDeleteI may not quite be one (I'm not an Anglo-Saxon) but I've lived with enough to know the truth when I see it.
The hardest thing about becoming Episcopalian was to realize I was a WASP!
ReplyDeleteI love this--Episcopal rap!
Now, no RSVP's by email--only cursive!
Hey, growing up Lutheran in my little hometown of 5000 people I was taught that the Piskies were the "snooty rich Republicans." Like, how many "snoots" can you really have in a town of 5000?
ReplyDeleteIt is like when my mom starts talking about the "bad end" of my hometown vs. the "good end." Most of you urbanites would look around and go, "Uh, it's all bad." LOL
I am certain some of my ancestors did 360's, six feet under at Woodlawn Cemetery at my being received....