giggly"I'm gonna name my kid Brian Williams," she announces.
"Like, first name and middle name, or like 'Mary Catherine,' all together?"
"No, like Mary Catherine. Brian Williams."
"BRIAN WILLIAMS, YOU GET UP THERE AND CLEAN YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW!"
So then she tells us this story about how this guy she works with is named Michael, and he's a Michael Jr., so he doesn't want his son to be Michael III. But he still wants him to be named Michael, so he's going to name the kid... JaMichael. (Pronunciation: "Juh-MICHAEL.")
"You need to name your kid JaBrian Williams," I tell her. "You know, so no one gets confused."
So Brian Williams is still striking poses all over Bourbon Street and we start trying to figure out what the next few hurricanes will be called, since we've already got Gustav, Hanna, and Ike in play. I think you know what the answer to this question is.
"JaHurricane, obviously."
"It was upgraded from JaTropical Storm."
I have to tell you, we cried laughing over this. No, we were not high.
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