From: trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu (Barbara Trumpinski)
Subject: Re: Pepsi Drinkers Unite! (was Re: Snow FantasyAnd now, back to the show:
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1992 18:05:49 GMT


>>of course, that is only the story of how we ended up living
>>together...the story of how we met is great too...."
>>
>>kitten sits back and waits for somebody to say...."kitten, tell us a story..."

>Castellan plops himself down on the floor by Kitten's chair, turns around to
>face the other patrons and says, "Ok everyone, 1, 2, 3, KITTEN, TELL US A
>STORY!"


kitten, who would never ignore such a sweet request (but who is way
behind in callahans thanks to certain people who shall remain
nameless...didi }:)  ) smiles.

"gather round, children...and listen to a classic tale of "the kitten
and t.c. story .. or...how to pick up women in bars and end up
married" (not by henry gibson :)  )...

it was a dark and stormy night...well actually it was noon...and not
dark and not stormy...although it was november.  the day after
thanksgiving 1984, to be exact.  our heroine, kitten, picked up her
paycheck from the local convenience store...where she was the intrepid
night manager...and went across the street to a local pub and
eatery....murphy's by name.  one of those good irish bars...where it
is possible to get a mega-cheeseburger and greasy french fries for
one's noon meal...and enjoy the entertaining saga of the martins and
the tylers and all the residents of pine valley u.s.a. on the
television screen perched above the bar...yep, kitten went to spend
her paycheck on lunch and a soap opera in a bar...(a very well known
past time in many university towns)....

perched near her on another stool...sipping 7-up and cheering on tad
martin and his trifling ways (tad was sleeping with liza and her
mother at the same time)...was a man...this was not the first time
they had seen each other ... but they had never met.  during a
commercial he spoke...some innocuous remark about the soap...and
before the show had ended...they were chatting like old friends...

t.c. (for it was he) said, "i am leaving later today to visit my
brother. he just bought a new vcr and we are going to watch movies all
weekend.  do you like movies?"

kitten admitted that she did....and t.c. then employed what i still
think is one of the greatest pick up lines of all times..."so, tell
me, what ARE your favorite movies...and which ones would you watch if
you were having a movie watching marathon...."

the conversation meandered through movies and books to science
fiction.... a vice the young couple shared...(in fact, he noticed that
she was the only other person in the bar carrying a book that wasn't a
textbook) 

the afternoon grew late...the cheeseburgers wore off..."how would you
like to go to papa del's (a local pizza place)" he said...

"sure"...and then, when the check came...she split it with him (being
a liberated type....

he came up to her apartment when he dropped her off.....

"mrrraow..." patience lept into his arms...turning into a black and
white fuzzball of delight...and even sara purred at him and tried to
claim him...rubbing up against his knee...

"i have a friend who has a couch like that," he said...recognising her
sofa... "i bought it from a woman named marcy...i know her from the
women's coffeehouse," she replied..."marcy goldstein...i have had SEX
on that couch!" he laughed.

he went away and when he came back he brought tales of the movie
marathon and "oath of the renunciates" ...a marion zimmer bradley book
containing "the shattered chain" and "thendara house"...she ditched
the guy she had been dating for 6 months (the second time she had
ditched the same guy ...the first was to marry her first husband) and
loaned him money to fix his car...he rescued her from frozen pipes on
christmas and they were living together by mid january...

and have been happily ever after together ever since....

the end."

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conan the librarian a.k.a. kitten           /\ /\  barbara ann 
"my life's a soap opera, isn't yours?"      {=.=}
                                              ~   trumpins@alexia.lis.uiuc.edu 
"perhaps _any_ universe becomes real in proportion 
to the number of people who believe in it and spend time there." s. robinson

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