Interlude: Selective Memory
My hometown friend Nell, a/k/a Little Latke's mom, who also went to the same summer camp as me: Guess who I'm going to see?
Me: Uh...I don't know?
Nell: I'm going to see Joe Schmeggege! He's doing a reading!
Nell: Don't you remember Joe Schmeggege?
Nell: He was Pippin! At camp! You were in Pippin that session!
Me: Yeah, I remember Pippin. I just don't remember Joe Schmeggege.
Nell: Well, what about Harry Whoever? He was in it too.
Nell: I can't believe this. Do you remember anything from Pippin?
Me: Why, yes. Yes, I do. *I proceed to sing several entire songs from Pippin, which shall be excised here to protect the innocent and the show-tune phobic*
Me: ...Gotta find my cornerrr, of the skyyyyy!
Nell: Okay, fine. I gotta go now. Love you!
Me: Love you! Bye!
*I pick up the phone and call Nell back*
Me: Join us! Leave your fields to flower! Join us, leave your cream to sour! Join us, come and waste an hour or two...doodle-y do!
Me: *more excised Pippin lyrics, with Nell joining in on the chorus*
Nell: Okay! Okay!
Me: You can't see me, but I'm doing the hand motions, too.
Nell: Fine. But you really don't remember Joe Schmeggege? Or Harry Whoever?
Me: Not in the least.
Nell: What about the girl? Do you remember her? [NB: There is only one girl in Pippin. No, wait, two. There's his wife and his mom. But Nell meant his wife, I just know it.]
Me: Oh, I totally remember the girl.
Nell: You don't say.
Me: See, that's because I'm a LESBIAN. You're bisexual, so you remember EVERYONE.