Or Happy Testicle Day … whichever you celebrate. It’s been a while since I’ve added to the Mondegreens category, but how apropos on this greenest of days.
Last night, H.E. and I had dinner with some of his friends — two couples; I guess that made it a triple date, or a ménage times two. It was pretty good conversation all around. H.E.’s friends are rather brilliant and funny, and I managed to keep up for most of it.
There was only one moment where I had to do a double-take, twice. It was after the subject of the Swiss alpenhorn and talk of customs and celebrations on certain days. I’m not really sure because a phrase stuck out for me and distracted me from the rest that I had to interrupt the speaker at one point and ask:
“I’m sorry. Did you just say testicle day?”
“What?”
“Testicle Day. Did you say ‘testicle day’?”
Chuckles. He clarified, super enunciated for my benefit, since I sat way across the table from him. “Festival Day,” he said. “I said ‘Festival Day’.”
“Oh,” I said, while everyone — including myself (until I was red in the face) — laughed and proceeded to joke the rest of the night about the long and well-kept traditions of Testicle Day.
So … on this day, whether you shout “Kiss me. I’m Irish!” or “Suck my balls. It’s Testicle Day!” I hope you are having a fantabulous holiday.
That was funny!
I had to play catch up with your entries. It’s been a while since my last visit. Thank you for an update in our family tree. I would inform the other family members to visit your site, so they’ll be enlightened with our ancestry facts you have gathered, so far.
Hope things are well for you. Spring greeted us in Mo. with a 5 inch snowfall this weekend. I’m sure you’re experiencing just a little bit nicer weather in California.
How about your hair? How long is it now?
Hair is the same, Drew. I guess the ankles are as long as they’re going to get.