Saturday, November 29, 2003

Friday Five

Yeah, yeah, I'm late again. What can I say - it was a busy week.

The special Thanksgiving Version of the Friday Five suggested by Marvin.

1. You've just sat down for you favorite holiday meal and you hear a knock on the door. It's Freddie Mercury in a tight white T-shirt and a gold lame halo—he offers to sing for his supper. What song(s) do you request and why? (Not necessarily Queen songs—since Freddie joined the heavenly choir he's been expanding his repertoire.)

How 'bout "Your My Best Friend"? And if we can get the rest of Queen in there, definitely a little "Bohemian Rhapsody" and "Killer Queen".

2. A certain relative or in-law so-and-so—the black sheep of the family, the one who drinks all the beer but never bothers to pay for any—shows up later in the evening. You know the one (assuming it isn't you, of course). What is his (or her, let's be fair) special talent that you secretly envy?

The endless supply of "second chances."

3. You've been feeding the family dog beneath the table. Fido's digestive tract isn't what it used to be. Which tasty morsel was it that stank up the joint?

Gotta be the sweet potatoes.

4. Between dinner and desert one needs a pause for digestion and reflection. In what special aid to this process do you like to indulge? Madeira, port, ye olde Sheep Dip, Longbottom Leaf, or something else?

A little port never hurt anyone, but in my real life it's more likely to be decaf coffee.

5. It's time for dessert. You've pudding and hard sauce but no brandy to set the former on fire. But there must be fire. You search the house for a substitute: what will you find and use?

At my house, vodka. At my parent's, tequila.

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