So I stopped by to see my grandparents yesterday after work (they had a good time in Vegas, but it’s getting too crazy there, you can’t walk across the street).

Anyways a far as Grandparents go, they’re fairly hip. Grandma doesn’t like Bob Dylan, but seriously the guy could try smiling once in awhile, maybe openning his mouth while he’s singing. They liked Richard Pryor when they saw him though, even if he was a bit dirty. Earlier in the day, I had talked to them on the phone, I mentioned I was on my way to interview Jeff Daniels for work (he’s in that hip, new Squid film). Grandma said how much she liked him, hung up, then called back 5 mintues later to say both her and Grandpa wanted me to tell Jeff Daniels how much they liked his George Washington movie on cable. I did. Jeff thought that was sweet.

They were even up late Saturday watching SNL, which despite what you wanna say about SNL, is pretty late for Grandparents and fairly cool. They wanted to see Catherine Zeta, (Grandpa thought she was good, Grandma said not so much, maybe she’s a bit of a hata).

But then came on the worst band either one of the had ever seen. They were quite clear, they were the absolute worst. Grandpa said he thought they were Germans, but that wasn’t why he thought they were terrible. They were just the worst band ever. It took me three seconds to figure out who they were talking about. Then I laughed.

Grandparents: so wise, so cool.