Charlie’s Blog

Don’t even get me started!

Happy MLK Day! Celebrate Diversity! And if you’re in Chicago, Celebrate Diversey!

This weekend I met a guy with my name. He was visiting from Chicago, in fact. Anyway, I did the whole, "you’re Charlie, I’m Charlie…" with him. On Saturday, a big group of us was paying at a restaurant. Everyone put in cash except Charlie who threw in a credit card. I saw the other guys passing the card around and whispering for a minute. It seemed like they weren’t sure which Charlie had put in the card. Then, one of them shoved the card in my face, and it turned out that the other Charlie had my same last name! Our middle initials were different, his government name was really Charlie unlike my Charles, and he was a Jr, but we were both Charlie Fields! How uncanny is that? It’s not very often that I meet another Charlie, and even though my Fields is pretty generic, it’s pretty rare that I meet someone with it. I’ll tell you, though, I saw CF Jr. getting down on the dance floor at Mary’s last night. He was dirty-dancing on his man like Trina! Woo!

Brian took me to the Health Food Store (HFS) the other day to buy bananas. If you haven’t been around me in a while, I’ve been eating a lot of bananas lately. So, I needed a lot. The HFS happened to have a whole case just sitting out so I got it. I arrived at the check-out line, and every motherfucker in it seemed compelled to stare, ask questions, and make an unfunny comment about my purchase (in that order)! One guy was all "wow! That’s a lot of bananas!" Brian said, "he’s gone bananas!" Then the guy’s gf came to the line, and the guy said, "look, he’s gone banana crazy!" Well, sister-girlfriend just thought that was hilarious and laughed and laughed. We didn’t really understand, especially because "banana crazy" doesn’t even make sense. Maybe it was an inside joke. A lot of people in these HFS’s are high, so maybe that was part of it. There was another guy who was like "what are you gonna do with so many bananas???" and I tried to ignore him like "hey, what’s up," but he just glared at me like he wasn’t going to let me blow off his question. These HFS people are so intrusive!

I saw "Last Holiday" yesterday. It’s a fun movie, but there was a lot of eye-rolling going on in my corner of the theater. There were also a lot of babies there. My girl, Alicia Witt, was in it (the redhead, Zoe, from "Cybil"), as well as Gerard Depardieu, who actually wasn’t obnoxious! I wouldn’t recommend the film to vegetarians, however. The lady behind me gave an audible play-by-play of the plot as it unfolded. While this might have been helpful in a hard-to-follow story like "Mission Impossible," but LH didn’t leave much room for guesswork. I tried to give her one of my patented dirty looks, but the back of my seat was so high that it was a real strain to look back at her. Instead, I embraced the commentary! Oh, there was also an old lady sitting by herself in front of us. At one point during the movie, she turned to the family behind her and asked the father for some candy. He seemed confused but eventually gave her a handful! No, they were not related. Don’t get me started!

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