2008 Woodie Awards
My View: Fun all depends on the eye of the beholder
By: Nichlaus Hulsebus
Issue date: 5/5/05 Section: Opinion
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I didn't get home until 3 a.m., with just enough time to close my eyes before the alarm clock went off and my wife was singing "time to get up."
This was going to be one of those days.
I had been roped into a family function, which required me to come early from Coachella where I was enjoying VIP status.
Needless to say, I got up on the wrong side of the bed.
As we made an emergency stop at a coffee shop, I read off the names of the bands whose performances I would be missing so that we could go to the Renaissance Fair, lovingly called the Ren-Fair by all the lords and ladies that attend these sort of functions faithfully.
Before we go any further, let me just get this off my chest; I hate the Renaissance Fair.
I told my wife I would rather have her drag me around the fabric store all day than stare at a bunch of serfs with their cleavages hanging out, gnawing on turkey legs, making medieval fart jokes, and that's just the women.
Anyway, before I get stuck on a tangent, Ren-Fair; not my favorite place, you get the picture.
So there I was, despite my overwhelming abhorrence for the recreation of the middle ages, walking around doing my best sarcastic jackass impersonation, all the while not caring what effect my attitude was having on my wife and friends.
Finally they had had enough.
"Why didn't you just stay home?" said one of my friends.
"Yeah, you have been a real A-hole all day," chimed my wife.
I thought I was being so sarcastically witty all day, but all I was doing was making everyone else feel bad for trying to have good time.
All of the sudden I had realized that I had not said one positive thing all day.
For a moment I was a little embarrassed, I had spent the whole day being mean and cranky to everyone around me.
I took a moment to find a new perspective on this day that I had written off as an obligated misadventure.
They were right; I had been a jerk.
This was going to be one of those days.
I had been roped into a family function, which required me to come early from Coachella where I was enjoying VIP status.
Needless to say, I got up on the wrong side of the bed.
As we made an emergency stop at a coffee shop, I read off the names of the bands whose performances I would be missing so that we could go to the Renaissance Fair, lovingly called the Ren-Fair by all the lords and ladies that attend these sort of functions faithfully.
Before we go any further, let me just get this off my chest; I hate the Renaissance Fair.
I told my wife I would rather have her drag me around the fabric store all day than stare at a bunch of serfs with their cleavages hanging out, gnawing on turkey legs, making medieval fart jokes, and that's just the women.
Anyway, before I get stuck on a tangent, Ren-Fair; not my favorite place, you get the picture.
So there I was, despite my overwhelming abhorrence for the recreation of the middle ages, walking around doing my best sarcastic jackass impersonation, all the while not caring what effect my attitude was having on my wife and friends.
Finally they had had enough.
"Why didn't you just stay home?" said one of my friends.
"Yeah, you have been a real A-hole all day," chimed my wife.
I thought I was being so sarcastically witty all day, but all I was doing was making everyone else feel bad for trying to have good time.
All of the sudden I had realized that I had not said one positive thing all day.
For a moment I was a little embarrassed, I had spent the whole day being mean and cranky to everyone around me.
I took a moment to find a new perspective on this day that I had written off as an obligated misadventure.
They were right; I had been a jerk.