conversation

[fearlesstemp]

Setting: Our living room.
Background Noise: Celebrity/Legends Softball Game on ESPN
The Participants: Me and my 18 year old brother, Jimmy, aka Jim, aka The Brother.

Me: Jimmy, you know how Annie and I are going to Orlando?

Jimmy: No.

Me: What do you mean, no?

Jimmy: You're going to Orlando?

Me: In like two and a half weeks.

Jimmy: Oh.

Me: You didn't know?

Jimmy: No.

Me: How could you not -- anyway, GUESS who -- nevermind.

Jimmy: Nevermind?

Me: Nevermind.

Jimmy: What.

Me: Nothing.

Jimmy: What?!

Me: Nothing!

Jimmy: Come on, now you've got to tell me.

Me: Ok, so while we're in Orlando, we're going to this celebrity basketball thing, and guess who's going to be there?

Jimmy: I hate guessing.

Me: Guess! Guess who.

Jimmy: I don't know! Quit asking me to guess.

Me: Alfonso Ribiero, aka CARLTON BANKS!

Jimmy: ....

Me: Isn't that exciting?

Jimmy: No. Why would that be exciting?

Me: It's Carlton! Nevermind.

Jimmy: That's it? Why wouldn't you tell me at first?

Me: Well, I didn't really want to talk about the basketball game. It's kind of, well. Nevermind.

Jimmy: WHAT?

Me: I just don't like to talk about it.

Jimmy: Will NSYNC be there?

Me: No. I mean, maybe. Ok, yes.

Jimmy: Oh. I still don't see what the big deal--wait, you're not going down to Orlando JUST FOR THE BASKETBALL GAME, are you?

Me: Pshaw! No! Of course not! Who would do such a thing?

Jimmy: Ok.

Me: Duh. I'm going for the Celebrity Skills Challenge too, and the Groove thing. Not just a basketball game.*

*That last comment from me may not have been my exact words, since I do want to remain a teensy bit rational and sane in my brother's eyes.