Last night, Josh and I attended the School for Politics & Economics' annual Soup Night. It's one of those events where all the students bring their significant others and schmooze with the faculty over tasty vittles. Pretty much all of the professors know me by now. It always pays to groom a good reputation, though, so I found myself carefully eating my BBQ pork ribs with a fork and knife (and still managing to make a mess of things). I had set down my food for a moment to relate an exciting story to my friends, when all of a sudden I saw my fork fly right past my eyes to land in a neighboring coiffure. It fell to the ground without leaving much of a saucy trail, but that was not the end of the matter. When I explained to the unfortunate woman why I had inadvertently flipped a greasy fork at her head, instead of saying that I had been "wildly gesticulating" while I talked, as I'd meant to, I told her I had been "wildly ejaculating", to the utter bewilderment of everyone who could hear me. Everyone was polite, and it wasn't until five minutes later that it ocurred to me that I had not said the word I'd meant to say.
Needless to say, I'm glad Josh did not marry me for my ability to impress people with my slick wit and social graces.
Posted by waltondammerung at September 18, 2004 11:36 PMOh, my dear, I do love you.
Posted by: Vic at September 19, 2004 3:06 PMActually, you could have been reading too many 19th century novels. There was a time when that word had another, more socially acceptable meaning. Your father says we were alive back then. Maybe HE was.
Posted by: Mom at September 19, 2004 4:04 PMYes, but even the old sense of the word doesn't necessarily imply that the person ejaculating is waving her arms around in such a way as to be in danger of flipping BBQ-sauce-laden forks into the air. It has more to do with tone of voice.
Posted by: Amy at September 20, 2004 1:31 AM