Today is probably my favourite holiday. Shut up! Towel Day IS SO a holiday! I’m all ready, and everything – I stole this towel poncho from my 7y/o so I have a hood and it still does all the necessary towel-y things. I rule.
Confession: I don’t handle rejection well. I’m not talking about myself (cos that’s a whole different story; when you grow up the tall, awkward, smart, not pretty, geeky one [sidenote - where the hell was this acceptance of geek culture when I was growing up?!] you grow used to the fact that few people will GET you, and that even fewer will genuinely open their arms to what you feel makes you, you), but about the things I love.
I’m cool if you’ve never read Douglas Adams, really. I will probably wonder WTF rock you’ve been living under your entire life, but I can totally accept that and will probably try to non-sneakyfucker-y coerce you into reading them. “WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME, THIS IS MY FAVOURITE BOOK EVAR!!!!!!11111!!!ONE!!!!1″
It kind of kills me inside to hear that there are people who actively hate The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, though. If you tell me you hate these books, I will look at you like you’ve grown Zaphod’s second head and shudder like you’ve given off a distress signal showing just how far from home you actually are.
And then, even if I try to suppress this feeling, it’s pretty inevitable that I won’t want to be your friend anymore.
I know, I know – this is a total character flaw. But if you hate something I love with a goodly portion of my heart, I will first wonder what’s wrong with you, then wonder what’s wrong with me, then wonder why we should even bother, cos it’s obvious you will never get me.
If you’re still reading, I’m going to assume that you at least DON’T HATE the work of Douglas Adams (and if you do, this post isn’t really for you, anyway) and that you’re interested in reading my ramblings (like I did last year, but different).
I even have a surprise for you, with a story that goes along with it (of course there’s a story, when do I NOT have a story?).
I’ve talked about my friend K. before. She and I were super tight my senior year of high school, and then for a few years after (and we found each other again through social media recently). When I was pregnant with my oldest, she would come hang out with me while my husband was at work, and we’d mostly just sit around and talk about books, music, whatever – or we’d go to shows or the movies, basically just the normal stuff that friends do.
One day, we were sitting in my kitchen, and she was drinking rum (I can totally picture her sitting there with her drink to this day) and we were laughing about…something. Something that reminded me of The Guide, but she hadn’t read it and didn’t get my joke.
So I grabbed this off the shelf,
opened to the pertinent section, and started reading. By the time I finished those few pages, she was laughing her ass off, and then made (what I thought at the time to be) an unusual request.
She asked me to start from the beginning.
“Read me the book!”
“No! Well, yes! But still.”
So I did. I started at the beginning and every time she came over, I’d read a little bit more.
I think we made it through the original trilogy before oldest child was born, and there was suddenly a lot less time to spend reading out loud – don’t get me wrong, I totally read The Guide to the kid while he was tiny. There just wasn’t enough time in the day to spend working my way through the rest of it with her.
This is the section of the book that I read to her to pique her interest (actually quite a bit more, but I was trying not to cough so cut it short SORRY!), and I hope if you haven’t read these you’ll give it a chance, too.
Other Towel Day Goodness
Reverend61′s hilariously awesome Doctor Who/H²G² mashup:
Marvin, I Love You (my husband played me this song not long after we met):
Reasons to be Miserable:
Meg reading the introduction to Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: