Translators Do it Better
Because they’ve got two tongues

I’ve come to realize that three years of high school Spanish does not count for much. Although the brightly illustrated vocabulary lists of my youth have helped me out in a few situations, such as waitressing in the summer, etc. I now know that shouting “pan, pan, la cesta de pan” will not exactly help me express my inner most desires (although we all know how much I do love carbohydrates). Learning a language fluently would not only help me while traveling to far off places, but I would also be able to gain major bragging rights at parties and such. Hip adult parties, that is. No one wants to hear me recite Neruda as I funnel a beer. Actually, no hip adults would either, but at least I’d be able to preach to the masses in a foreign tongue or properly communicate with my next Latin lover.

Now, at the risk of sounding like a twelve year old girl, I will shamelessly quote an AIM conversation. This dialogue represents my pathetic attempt to get Katie excited about a proposed eating contest between the two of us. It has been our shared dream to reach eternal fame and fortune by eating six or more of Spike’s Hot Dogs, thus having our photos placed on the wall of fame. It should be said that no one really believes that we can do it. However, with the proper training, I think that we’ll rock the socks off of some hot meat:

Marias Button: Katie, we need to have a hot dog eat off this summer
silverfire888: Ok dookie
Marias Button: You and me
Marias Button: No buns and no barriers…Just meat
silverfire888: Oh man…Spike’s has good rolls
Marias Button: They do, but Spike’s ain’t on Cape Cod
silverfire888: I know
Marias Button: We seriously need to “beef up”
Marias Button: The winner gets to be the reigning “hot dog princess”
silverfire888: This summer is going to amuse me
Marias Button: Why?
Marias Button: Because of MEAT FEST 2004?