Tuesday, December 14, 2004

B-O-N-G (diary)

My dad and I are moving this week, for the first time in 17 years. A lot of things have happened in that time. I grew up, mom died, other things happened.

Anyway, I went through some boxes in the basement of mom's stuff that predates us living in this house. I found some interesting things. Some of her poetry, a collection of pre-Saddam Iraqi postage stamps from when my grandfather was stationed in Baghdad, a 1975 birth control handbook (ew...).

But one of the most interesting things I found was a bong. As I was talking to dad on the phone I brought this up. Now, you have to understand that he is a no-nonsense kind of guy who rarely laughs. (He was actually the inspiration for my alias) Here is how our conversation went:

Me: So I went through those old boxes that were in the basement. You know, a bunch of mom's stuff from the '70s.

Dad: Yeah...

Me: Among other things, I found a bong.

Dad: A what?

A bong

Can you spell that?


Okay, so what's a B-O-N-G?

You know those things you use to get high?

(Laughing really hard)

- RG>


RealGrouchy said...

When I e-mailed this story to my family, my uncle replied "I usually use a ladder to get high"


- RG>

RealGrouchy said...

Oh, and it's actually a small Hookah.

Funny nonetheless.

- RG>