Me: "Yeah, I'll have a burger and french fries, please ..."
Them: "Oh, we don't call them french fries anymore, sir. We call them,
"Freedom Fries!"
Now, um ... hasn't all of this anti-French malarky gone a bit too far?? I mean, I just wanna eat my fries in peace. And didn't we get the Red, White, and Blue from the French?! They're our friends. Why did they become the bad guys, all of a sudden? Yes, yes, that's me (on the cover of the last Calico Soul CD) in Paris, with a broken nose. They ARE passionate. Heh, heh. And snooty, perhaps. But I'm all for forgiveness, not retribution. It only makes your bad-ass self all the more badass. Get human, people! And dammit, if they don't have some awesome ideas and pastries and coffee and ... whewwww! Now I remember the most important thing. There was that other time in Paris when I ... orgh ... um ... oh, yeahhh ... tasty!
So here is a short list of my favorite things:
You polish of a good bottle of Freedom Wine with some friends. Have a bit of coffee with some Freedom Souflee for desert. You discuss the Freedom Revolution back in the 1800's, which screwed everything up. Someone gets tipsy and shows you their Freedom Manicure, which is delightful. At the end of the night (don't forget this one!) you top it off with a good Freedom Kiss!
Freedom!
-Todd