I start off by saying it troubles me to no end that my brother is calling my beautiful niece Ellexa the name "Manzo". The name only has two associations: 1. the late monsignor of our Brooklyn parish or 2. the world's leading Dumpster company....BazzukaJoe, neither of these choices equal a rational thought.
So now let me weigh in on the Connecticut Malaise: if anyone is having trouble picturing it, I want you to close your eyes and hear Senator Joe Lieberman's voice...this is the morbid sound of a lifelong resident. John is right, we were able to envision that Connecticut woman's entire day, although I also felt that while her husband is away she sometimes takes out a secretly stashed pack of cigarettes and smokes alone in the backyard...after all Mr. Perfect Husband would never approve of that. I also believe that just prior to her evening valium binge, she reviewed her credit card statement and discovered that her daughter, who is currently a freshman at UMass., is averaging about $200 a week in bar tabs....that ungrateful spoiled brat.
So this morning I discovered that my parents cable company offers Karaoke as part of their premium package, so from the wee hours one could hear blasting throught the halls of Spumoni
Gardens my voice:
"Sharif dont like it....ROCK THE CASBAH, ROCK THE CASBAH!!!" and
"Oooh weeeee. Ooooo weee Baby, wont you let me take you on a sea cruise"
or the one that cracked Ree up (and woke her up)
"Life is a highway, Iwant to ride it all night long..."
By the way, right now I can not only smell the sauce but the aroma of roasting red peppers, BazzukaJoe you should invite over the execs from Estee Lauder for a new direction and possible fortune in the cologne business. Also Vin is blasting "You Dont Have To Be A Star" by Marilyn McCoo and Billy Davis".....VH1 has no comprehension of what an actual "Surreal Life" is.