| I was on a bus tour of France with Bermuda. He was one of the chaperone/guides. We had stopped for dinner at a little place called Captain Jack’s Italian Restaurant. (Yes, we ate Italian food in France.) Bermuda was seated at the edge of the room, where he could keep an eye on all of us as we ate. I was at a table towards the middle of the group. The people all around me were begging me to “Slurp your noodles! Slurp your noodles! It’s so funny! Do it!” After about ten minutes, I gave in and sluuuuuurped up those noodles. Of course, the whole room went dead silent while I slurped, and Bermuda shot me a look of death for embarrassing him. After dinner, Ben and I got up and walked up the stairs to Bob and Landon’s workshop. (Now there’s a scary thought.) The stairs had a large gap in them, and you had to leap across it and press buttons to let you in. Ben and I figured it out and went in. They were working on some big elaborate device. We went back downstairs and stood by a large empty fishtank. The fishtank contained a puppet show of sorts. A large ship-the Titanic-would fall out of the area above it. The tiny puppet people on it would scream and wave their little puppet arms as they were sucked under when the ship sank. One tiny puppet girl at the very top of the ship had a tiny chain connecting her to the ship, so that when it went completely under, she’d stay on the surface for a few seconds before sinking. Then the boat would come back up and disappear above the fishtank again, only to repeat the whole thing all over again. As it started for the third time, we heard a ROAR and Bob came zooming in on his motorcycle. As the girl at the top floated alone, he skimmed the top of the tank, grabbed her, and drove off to tumultuous applause. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Sluuuuurp! 7/12/02 |