Tuesday, July 03, 2007

you can call me anything but don't call me late for dinner

The other night I went out for a late night with Miriam in the city. We sat in the window at Lakeside Lounge and just got mellow till the bar closed. Along the way, we met a young woman of diminutive size who was rocking the skinny jeans and tunic look (you can only be skinny to have this work - trust me). She also had the most amazing tattoos all over her neck and shoulders, and no, I didn't get a picture.

At any rate, she got to talking to Miriam (because Miriam always attracts the attention of people wherever she goes, and manages to get them talking) and she mentioned that she's raising a five year old girl in Orlando, FL and that it's hard to be surrounded by Disney when that's not what you want your child to expect of the world, and then she mentioned her daughter's name: Mantis.

Best. Name. Ever.

"I just want her to grow up smart about men," her mom deadpanned, "because men can f!*k you up." Little Mantis isn't in danger of hating her name when she grows up. She wants to be a vampire this Halloween, complete with dripping fangs.


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