Yesterday I went to lunch at a local reunion of all the Anglican/ Episcopalian clergy in the Bolivian diocese which was being held at the Bishops house here in Cochabamba. After lunch the bishop’s wife walked into the house with this gigantic cast on her hand. I thought for kicks I would squeeze her “cast” and ask her if it hurt. “Ha-ha” right? Well as luck would have it when I squeezed the supposed cast the bishop’s wife let out a blood curdling scream. Apparently the cast was not a cast but a bandage instead. Nothing is what it seems any more. Give me the days when a cast was a cast and sharp, shooting, exquisite pain is what it seems! Anyway the bishop’s wife started screaming and crying then all of a sudden she bent over and latched her jaws onto my arm and held this excruciating grip for what seemed to be an eternity. I really did not know what to do at this point. “What would Jesus do?”
Then later I took my parents to dinner with all the priests that were united for this weekend meeting. I took my parents because my father is an Anglican priest and he did not have a ride as he was from out of town. My mother who is also an ordained deacon was part of the group. So there I am in the middle of all these priests and the bishop. Well, as any one in their proper mind would do I ordered several beers to take the edge off the pressure of the company that I was in. So after a couple of mean liters the bishop asked me how my trip went to Chile and if I had ridden any funiculars. I then told him that we had indeed ridden a funicular to the top of the center hill of Santiago to where there is a big statue of the Virgin Mary. But what I apparently said was “I went up to the virgin but I did not get up on top of her…heh-heh…hiccup!” At this point I felt my parents sphincters tighten from 8 feet away and one of the younger priest dropped his head to the table and lost himself in uncontrollable laughter. Unfortunately he was the only one that really laughed. Their were two other priests that gave up a couple of nervous snickers and everybody else was silent. The Bishop then looked at me sideways and said “Amen brother.” As if to say “It’s a good thing you did not!”
If Gym would have been there he would have been right proud of his little bastard.
Steady as she goes!
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April 1, 2008, Party Favorites by Rusty
Captains Blog: “Party Favorites by Rusty”
So I just got back from Chile where we did various touristy type activities. One of these activities was to ride the “funicular”. Right now you may be asking “What the hell is a funicular?” It is sort of a tram/trolley system that transport people and things up steep grades and hills in Chile. Chile has been famous for these apparatti for many years. So while I was riding these things I came up with a cool activity that you can do whenever you get together to impress your hoity-toitty friends at a party, barmitzfas, or what ever. What you do is start making up sentences where you can interchange the words “funicular” and “vernacular”. Example: “I spoke to her in her own local (funicular/vernacular) and she understood me.” Believe me there are thousands of combinations. Once you get this going at a graduation or wedding you will find that you and your friends will soon be laughing copiously like a bunch of friggin’ idiots. The party never ends with one of these Rusty’s social suggestions for party fun. (BTW, Did I mention the weed and the LSD is a given?)
So concludes the report of my trip to Chile.
Oh wait! I forgot to mention that I got a couple cool new posters for my random poster collection. For those of you who do not know I have this hobby of collecting random posters in the different countries that I go to. (Christmas getting’ ideas…hint-hint, wink-wink, say no more) These posters are usually found on walls, windows, and such of used book stores and coffee shops. They will usually be announcing cultural events like theaters, concerts and other things that have cool graphics. Chile rendered “The Marijuana Monologues” and “Terror Fest”. Unfortunately I had all these posters in a role that I left in my seat on the airplane when I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came back to my seat I found that Captain (who WAS a friend of ours) sitting in my seat chatting with Tammy and the other people that we were traveling with. To my chagrin my posters tightly tucked under his arse. Damn it! That’s the last time I fly LAN Chile even if they are a part of the so-called apocalyptical “One World Alliance”.
So take a look at the pics of the trip!
http://picasaweb.google.com/rustyfirestone/ChilePics
Feo2
So I just got back from Chile where we did various touristy type activities. One of these activities was to ride the “funicular”. Right now you may be asking “What the hell is a funicular?” It is sort of a tram/trolley system that transport people and things up steep grades and hills in Chile. Chile has been famous for these apparatti for many years. So while I was riding these things I came up with a cool activity that you can do whenever you get together to impress your hoity-toitty friends at a party, barmitzfas, or what ever. What you do is start making up sentences where you can interchange the words “funicular” and “vernacular”. Example: “I spoke to her in her own local (funicular/vernacular) and she understood me.” Believe me there are thousands of combinations. Once you get this going at a graduation or wedding you will find that you and your friends will soon be laughing copiously like a bunch of friggin’ idiots. The party never ends with one of these Rusty’s social suggestions for party fun. (BTW, Did I mention the weed and the LSD is a given?)
So concludes the report of my trip to Chile.
Oh wait! I forgot to mention that I got a couple cool new posters for my random poster collection. For those of you who do not know I have this hobby of collecting random posters in the different countries that I go to. (Christmas getting’ ideas…hint-hint, wink-wink, say no more) These posters are usually found on walls, windows, and such of used book stores and coffee shops. They will usually be announcing cultural events like theaters, concerts and other things that have cool graphics. Chile rendered “The Marijuana Monologues” and “Terror Fest”. Unfortunately I had all these posters in a role that I left in my seat on the airplane when I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came back to my seat I found that Captain (who WAS a friend of ours) sitting in my seat chatting with Tammy and the other people that we were traveling with. To my chagrin my posters tightly tucked under his arse. Damn it! That’s the last time I fly LAN Chile even if they are a part of the so-called apocalyptical “One World Alliance”.
So take a look at the pics of the trip!
http://picasaweb.google.com/rustyfirestone/ChilePics
Feo2
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