In the land of QT, when there are many drinks being consumed, QT makes herself some notes in her phone to remember things to blog about. Because of course, drinking like I’m homeless does sometimes affect my memory. So I opened my Memo’s this morning and found this:
I stared for a minute at this truly trying to remember what the hell I was trying to remember, when it hit me. Blowholes! So in San Francisco, someone was telling me a story about a man dying by falling into a blowhole. I kinda looked around at the others at the table, cuz really, in my head, all I can think of is … a blowhole? As in, on a whale??
And I’m thinking he fell into a whale’s blowhole? WTF how does something like that even happen?!
I knew, even in the middle of the 29 drinks I had, that my thinking was incorrect but … still I was hesitant to say something, he seemed so sad and so sure of what happened.
See I don’t live near an ocean, I’ve never lived near an ocean, I don’t get … ocean things. I just knew that my imagery of a man falling into a whale’s blowhole was probably incorrect. I also knew that laughing (because honestly, that image in my own head kinda made me want to giggle) was the wrong way to react as well. So instead I just kept my mouth shut and looked sad too.
And that is how it works in QT land.
While in San Francisco, I was waiting for the elevator with some friends when I look at a man standing in front of us and realize …
IT’S THIS GUY: