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These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

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Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Reefer Madness

It seems that someone remade the 1936 cult classic Reefer Madness into a musical. Reefer Madness, the Musical.

Our junior high school actually showed us this movie which was made more than a decade before we were even born. Poor teacher. We found it to be entertainment of the highest order; a foreshadowing of the exodus of Flower Children crawling to Haight Ashbury like lemmings to the sea. We were about to hurtle ourselves over a cliff that we could not even yet see.

Believe it or not, this brings me right back to James. James? The psych tech? The pony tail? The esoteric bull shitter from the rez? The 60's brought us (dare I say it) a bonding moment yesterday.

Like most people, James has his boss (me) in a predefined box. Well, our bonding moment began when he returned from his lunch hour with a bottle of clear, amber colored liquid. "I hope that's apple juice," I said jokingly.

Being James, this went right over his head and he began telling me all about some "rich people's health regimen." Someone had given him free samples but he didn't think he was going to buy in. Because he is James, and because I terrify him, and because he doesn't think I could possibly have ever even thought about things like that, it took another hour to reveal that he was talking about Sunrider products.

When I mentioned Sugar Blues, the boy nearly creamed his jeans. "Oh my gosh," he squealed. "I didn't know we had so much in common." If you didn't know better, you would swear James was gay. He's what my girlfriend Victor always called a Soft Straight Guy. Very confusing to some gay men.

"James" I said, "you have NO idea." I started talking urban university and civil rights marches and the dude actually did some kind of little dance around my office.

One thing led to another and I must have made some kind of sarcastic remark. Then, what from anyone else would be apropos of nothing, James says "Well, if it's any comfort, you're loved as a DON (nursing director). You're different. Most of them are just so (mumble, mumble). But you're just so human!"

Then he giggled because James always giggles when he's pleased with himself.

This brings me full circle to Reefer Madness. It's times like these I feel like bursting into song, stripping naked and singing There's the Sunshine right in the middle of the nurses station.

Kinja, the weblog guide

2 Comments:

Blogger Gina said...

oh, isn't that cute. now he'll be bring you coffee in the morning ;)

Well I'm glad you found something to bond with him. Maybe he'll stop being so pissy around you.

4:46 PM PST  
Blogger ~ nellenelle said...

Hmmm... we could put in a pole, that should help with the dancing, eh? ;-)

7:54 PM PST  

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