A friend I met in the Midwest came back with me to California. Now he needs to find a job. I suggested he try UC Berkeley. Perhaps they need a back-up mascot? I think he can pass as a bear. What do you think?
The stripes can be a little distracting. Does this picture help?
How did we meet? Well, it's a funny story. I mean to say, it's a story. Bucky (I call him Buck) was a guest at a wedding reception at Union Terrace in Madison while I was there to meet Sleep Goblin, Moral Turpitude, and Oscar Madison for beers. We bloggers were all having a grand time. Moral flicked beer and green bugs on my feet. (It was fun! That is how we Wisconsin people* bond, you know.) Sleep Goblin told engagement ring tales involving Dragon Slayers and French authorities. Oscar, being a balloon head and all, had to be tied to the chair. (Don't tell him I told you this, but he thought Buck was giving him "that look!" We'll let him keep that thought.)
Buck spotted me, but he was so nervous he was afraid he would scare me. (Have you ever seen a nervous badger? The first time can be frightening.) So, he asked his very human musical composure buddy Prius to get my name. Prius (he is the namesake for the car, in case you were wondering. I know you were.) wasn't sure how he could pull it off, because I didn't look like the kind of girl who would easy give her number away. He came up with a scheme. He hedged his bets towards me eventually needing to use the ladies' room. He set out his sheet music on a table nearby and waited. Sure enough, I stumbled upon the trap. I looked at him and his intriguing music sheets as I walked by and he struck up a conversation. After a few minutes, he asked me what I did, and he had me. (Guess who doesn't need to hire a designer after all?) He successfully swindled a business card from me. I don't mind now, of course. It made it into the hands of my new furry friend.
And the rest, as they say, is history. But, Buck still needs a job. Please let me know if you know of anything suitable for a lovable 6 foot tall badger with spunk.
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*Yes, you read that correctly. I wrote "we Wisconsin people." I didn't mean "wee Wisconsin people," although I'm sure the little people of Wisconsin bond in much the same way. I'm sunny (CA) on the outside and cheesy (WI) on the inside.
2 comments:
Cheesy Wisconsin! HA! You are cheesy.
I meant to tell you, that here recently, I'm quite sure your funny came home.
MM: I am here to serve.
MT: I badgered him. (Thanks for the pun set-up!)
SG: I don't see it. Maybe it's hiding under the sofa. It's so elusive.
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