Calloo callay, o frabjous day, my wife is on her way...
...home. From all over Europe. To me. I haven't seen her since the night of Friday the 29th; it's the longest we've been apart since we started dating. I'm picking her and her girlfriend up late tonight at the airport, and I can't wait to see her. Does absence make the heart grow fonder? Well, I was pretty damn fond to begin with. But I'm hella excited now, checking the flight status of her planes with great eagerness.
Ah my beamish blogger, I join you in your joyish chortle.
Posted by: Antigone | October 09, 2006 at 05:02 PM
You're about two decades too old to use "hella."
Posted by: djw | October 09, 2006 at 07:04 PM
Ah, but I spent the weekend in Berkeley, where legend has it that "hella" was first coined in the adolescent vernacular in the late 1970s. I said it constantly in my college days (two decades ago), and my visit to the old alma mater led me to return the phrase to my employ.
Posted by: Hugo | October 09, 2006 at 07:12 PM
Oh, yes - "hella" - never got into it as an undergrad at Cal (1996-2000)... Probably could've studied about its origins and spread, being a linguistics major.
Posted by: Ed | October 09, 2006 at 07:21 PM
Ed, everyone I knew swears it started at Berkeley High around the cusp of the Carter-Reagan Administration. But I have no evidence of this, other than its status as a confirmed "Berkeleyism."
Posted by: Hugo | October 09, 2006 at 10:05 PM
"Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices." -- Song of Songs
Posted by: Stephen Frug | October 10, 2006 at 01:33 PM