In honor of our pilgrimage to Niles to see an American hero, a couple of stories about Ira Glass:
Story A)
My new friend Keith: “If you could be any celebrity, who would you want to be?”
Me: “Well, I know you’re going to think that I’m a nerdy hipster when I tell you this, but I’d really like to be Ira Glass.”
Keith: “Who is Ira Glass?”
Keith: “That is so weird that you want to be a man.”
Me: “Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy being a woman, but I wouldn’t mind being a guy if that meant I could be Ira Glass.”
Me: “Really, you don’t know who Ira Glass is? I’m even dorkier than I thought. I bet you’d want to be David Beckham.”
Keith: “Close. I used to want to be David Beckham, but now I’d rather be Tom Brady.”
Me: “Yeah, Tom Brady is pretty amazing.”
Story B)
One time, Ira glass played poker at my weekly home game. Unfortunately, I wasn’t there that night. Still, I get a little fluttery inside when I realize that I have lost and won money in the same seat where he has lost and won money. I bet if he knew I played poker that he’d like me. Maybe he’d invite me over for dinner or ask me to have his baby.
Okay, now this blog can die again.
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