your name is deborah, deborah -- it never suited ya
Over a quick dinner of chopstick salad at Dojo on Sunday (It's the simple things, I tell you), me, Dollo y El Fano were taking advantage of the nostalgic location to sort out what our horrible nickname for one woman was.
Didn't you call her Potato something -- not Potatoey Goodness. [Yes, who could confuse her with anyone?!]
I think you're thinking of Potato Sack. You remember her, right?
Yes, at Tower Records.
No! That's Tower Girl. Potato Sack is that woman who worked at [record label].
Wait, why was she called Potato Sack again?
Well, she was all tan and leathery. And I think she was wearing a too-tight tube/sack dress that one time.
Yes, that's it. And then there was ___'s friend, at the other label. He was Potato Face.
No, I believe that was Potato Head. Not to be confused with Puppethead.
Why yes, I am a total asshole, who probably has a stupid nickname for you (that may even involve potatoes) if we've crossed paths. Thanks for asking!
Labels: delights, eavesdropping, NYC
posted by j @ 7:54 PM
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Potato Face is begging to be bestowed, though.
I was just thinking about Puppethead the other day. I don't have a clue why. That is troubling. But I can still hear the voices chiming
"Puppetheeeeeead ... "
"PUPPETHEEEEEEAD!"
::everyone puts hands in air::
You have no idea - none! - how much more I love you now. And that's even besides all the Pulp you've been sending!!
Jane, don't feel bad -- everyone does this. My friend, Rob and I (that being "Dry Rob," not to be confused with "Wet Rob" -- it's not that "Dry Rob" doesn't drink, but that he doesn't drink to excess like "Wet Rob" does, but I digress) used to have a whole litany of names for people we either barely knew or simply ran in the same circles as: "Telescope Girl," "Fake Wayne," "French Dave" (neither French nor named Dave, as it turned out).
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Pulp - "Disco 2000"
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