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Showing posts with label brother. Show all posts

Monday, March 29, 2010

Comedy Tracks

My brother is a Moose.

The clubhouse kind. Not the antler kind.

And for the first time since our living room smashing version of The Wizard of Oz in 1991 (you read that correctly), Brian and I have teamed up to entertain you.

Two Biddies Productions (Shannon Connolly and me, Misch Whitaker) is proud to be working with the Moose Lodge of Dedham to bring you Comedy Tracks: A night of stand up and improv. 

So come on down on April 3rd at 7pm to the Moose Lodge for the stand up stylings of Dana Jay Bein, Ken Breese, Christine Cuddy and the wacky improv of Two Biddies. Or just come for the deli meats. Whatever.

Tickets are $10 at the door and include light food and admission to the show.
Cash bar. Mooses. Comedy.
What more do you want?

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Conversations with my Brother

Me: Hey, can you meet me tonight so I can pick up the charger and phone?
Brian: Nah, I can't. I'm getting my new tat.
Me: Oh, really? What's it of?
Brian: It's a picture of you and you're hugging Haiti.

(pause)

Me: Really?

Brian: No. Not at all.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

In the Kitchen with Brian

My family still laughs about the time I made a "from scratch" sponge cake that was more sponge than a cake. My brother can tell you all about how, after the ruined pastry was thrown into the sink, he was able to pick it up and wring water out of it while it mostly retained its shape. Since the purpose of the sponge cake was a science project*, I was hardly heart broken. Still, this early baking failure set the tone for an adolescence full of jabs about how terrible I am in the kitchen.

My brother, however, flourished in the very same kitchen. Whether it was related to my lack of talent, I'll never know for sure but I suspect it. I became a regular face on community theater stages and he refused to even do an act in the Talent Show at our annual block party. He quickly rose through the ranks of Little League and Parkway Hockey as an MVP while I realized I could cut gym class if I signed up for extra choir rehearsals. We never competed directly, but seemed to instinctively fill the negative spaces the other left. So it was while I was steering clear of stove tops and crock pots he was learning to cook.

I got a late start, really only beginning to cook in my first apartment in college. And even then meals were often limited to pasta, chicken and occasionally a home made pizza.

Now he works as a chef. I work as a nurse. He calls me when he's injured or sick and I call him when I want to know what to put in a cheese sauce. He comes to my shows. I promise not to bring him up on stage. It's a nice relationship.

And when I do cook, even when it comes out well Brian still reminds me of that sponge cake. You know, just to keep me humble. And I remind him of the time he thought a blood thirsty human head actually lived in his closet. You know, just to keep us even.

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* The Effects of Slow and Rapid Oxidation on Twinkies; the sponge cakes were my control.
And yes, "rapid oxidation," does refer to setting the Twinkies on fire. I got an A.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Ten True Stories About Brian Whitaker

In the style of this and this, I now bring you Ten True Stories about Brian Whitaker. Happy Birthday, Brian!

1. The day Brian was born I was supposed to go see Snow White with my mother's friend Michele. Instead, my parents woke me up to tell me that my new brother was coming today, and wasn't that even more exciting! The answer is yes, but I am still hazy on why I couldn't go to the movies. It's not like I helped deliver him...

2. My little brother immediately became a captive audience for me. According to my mother all she had to do was sit him down in front of me and I would sing songs, tell stories, read books and act out plays for hours on end while she got things done around the house. And he loved it.
2b. Once Brian could walk and talk he traded in his audience role for one of an actor. I "directed" him in several two-man shows. Our family STILL talks about how we memorized the Scarecrow and Dorothy scene and how we'd perform it at every family gathering. However, he grew up to be very, very stage- shy.

3. Brian was born to skate. He played other sports too, baseball and soccer - but hockey was his real calling. The first time Dad took him to the rink near our house Brian just took off on the skates - no milk crates, no hobbling around and falling over. He was 6 years old.

4. When we were growing up we had a Christmas tradition where Brian would sleep on the floor of my room on Christmas Eve. We'd stay up all night talking and laughing. I have no idea what we talked about, but those are still some of my favorite memories.

5. When we were moving from Eagle Street, where we grew up, tension levels were high. Fights were a plenty. It came up one day that no one had taken the door knocker off and Mom said she didn't care. We knew she did though. It had our name on it. Brian and I didn't even talk about it, we just both showed up at the front door with tools and silently removed it.

6. He once needed stitches because he hit himself in the head with a baseball bat trying to swing at a basketball.

7. Brian figured out sometime between high school and Job Corps that he loves cooking and that he is fantastic at it. He now works as a chef at a nursing home in Dedham, which lets him give back to the community. But one of his real passions is cooking food for his loved ones. Sometimes after work Brian brings me pies or stuffed cabbage. And when his kitchen is throwing away bread he always saves me some.

8. Although Brian is a real tough as nails kind of guy he secretly knows all the words to several songs from RENT.
8a. Also, he doesn't read my blog.

9. When we were teenagers one of our favorite pass times together was ghost hunting. Then one night when I was in college Brian called me because he actually saw one of the ghosts we'd been hunting down for years, the local legend ghost of Hammer Road. He wanted to know if there were any prayers he could say to make sure the ghost didn't come home with him.
9a. This is the most spiritual advice my now- agnostic brother has asked me for since I was his Confirmation sponsor at church.

10. I called Brian one night in college because I had come home to see a concert and then was stranded downtown after the trains stopped running with no cash for a cab and no ATM in the blocks that I walked. I had no idea where I was but he figured it out and got me. This has happened more than once.

BONUS: My brother was recently questioned by police in the context of the theft of 400 cartons of cigarettes in Dover. The reason? He had posted on his facebook page that he had some cheap cigarettes for sale. To prove his innocence he had to reveal the deal he had recently struck up with an elderly man at a nursing home who orders cigarettes online from out of state to avoid taxes. No word yet on whether the old man is getting in trouble.