At school, this afternoon at 3:30 (Thursday, which is the new Friday, now that classes are only held Monday - Thursday), I walked by two girls who were having a conversation of which I heard only part:
Girl 1: "...so I thought I would do it tonight."
Girl 2: "OK, well, first, you need to get a bottle of Jack Daniels -- barbecue sauce -- it doesn't matter which flavor, though I usually use [whatever]. Then -- you put out the chicken...."
By the time I got through "do it" and "Jack Daniels," the discovery that they were discussing a method of making barbecued chicken really surprised and amused me. I totally did not expect this conversation to resolve into plans for what to cook for dinner, rather than how to get drunk and hook up.
However, since the girls looked a lot more like Tam and me circa 1994 than the prototypical 2008 Bobcat High sorority babes who look ready to walk onto the filming of Girls Gone Wild at a moment's notice, perhaps this should have been less surprising than it was.
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