tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post7488626846399908801..comments2024-03-28T01:44:27.279-06:00Comments on Blood-Red Pencil: My Foolish SelfDanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14471919576687777886noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-6485043688796218522019-04-22T20:19:16.891-06:002019-04-22T20:19:16.891-06:00Funny story.Funny story.Powdered Toast Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18195170076576384695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-55054029580299825342019-04-18T20:39:14.620-06:002019-04-18T20:39:14.620-06:00Ha. I'm so glad I'm not alone here. We are...Ha. I'm so glad I'm not alone here. We are lovers of accents. I do a pretty good French but I can't speak a word besides bon jour.Polly Iyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05729656119287702191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-57448094617363308272019-04-18T20:08:43.315-06:002019-04-18T20:08:43.315-06:00I have the subconscious habit of sometimes mimicki...I have the subconscious habit of sometimes mimicking the accent of the person I'm talking to (particularly if it's an accent I really like). Once in a pub in England I was being chatted up by an Irishman who suddenly brightened and switched to speaking to me in Gaelic convinced I was a fellow countrywoman. I had to pretend I couldn't hear him over the noise of the pub! I beat a hasty exit because I was too embarrassed to admit I'd been putting on the accent. LOL Elle Carter Nealhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02266309723919011181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-22119425244745160522019-04-18T12:36:11.195-06:002019-04-18T12:36:11.195-06:00Ha! I would have loved your friend and her mother....Ha! I would have loved your friend and her mother. Sounds like something my friend and I would do. Oh, wait. We did. I'm laughing. The college mixer episode cured me of doing stuff like that. Came too close to exposing me as the phony I was.<br />Polly Iyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05729656119287702191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-54122212025532780762019-04-18T12:20:58.666-06:002019-04-18T12:20:58.666-06:00I had to laugh at you and your girlfriend speaking...I had to laugh at you and your girlfriend speaking a foreign language that was totally made up. My girlfriend from teen years, who is still my best friend, did a similar thing. We would go to this fancy dress shop - fancy for us LOL - and pretend that she was visiting royalty. Her mother, who worked at the Kmart down from the dress shop would join in the charade. We would pretend to be communicating with my girlfriend in her foreign language, then translating for the clerk, asking for more dresses to try on. My girlfriend, her mother, and I had such great fun playing together. Maryannwriteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09479027709233807149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-31162448043871309302019-04-18T10:55:47.822-06:002019-04-18T10:55:47.822-06:00I'm glad I did things when I did, Pat. Those w...I'm glad I did things when I did, Pat. Those were the days you could actually not make much money and still afford travel, still afford to pay for college on a part-time job. Times surely have changed.<br />Polly Iyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05729656119287702191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-6158387159338089132019-04-18T10:54:20.925-06:002019-04-18T10:54:20.925-06:00Sometimes I look back and wonder how I had the ner...Sometimes I look back and wonder how I had the nerve to do half the things I did. I'm such a dud now.Polly Iyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05729656119287702191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-73935223750085948342019-04-18T09:33:28.529-06:002019-04-18T09:33:28.529-06:00Very entertaining post, Polly. I wish I had travel...Very entertaining post, Polly. I wish I had traveled as much as you did when you were young. It can't help but provide lots more ideas for your stories.Patricia Stolteyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17192369425956406122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704943052235281766.post-21047934202008831592019-04-18T06:28:59.208-06:002019-04-18T06:28:59.208-06:00Ah, the magic of youth with all its adventures and...Ah, the magic of youth with all its adventures and foolishness. It sounds like you have lots of grist for your writing mill, Polly. Such memories are treasures despite being at times embarrassing; they remind us that we were indeed young once and living life to the full, even if a bit foolishly now and then. This is a fun post, Polly, and an inspiration to reminisce. :-)Linda Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056682992943171805noreply@blogger.com