I’ve always suspected that my head is, uh, a little on the large side.
Last night, I found out for sure.
My new friend CarolineFB and I had been kind of comparing notes on the sizes of our heads recently, and when Caroline declared she was attending Monday’s Tweetup Heatup at the Harris Grill, she also threatened to bring a tape measure so we could find out once and for all: who has the biggest head?
I was thrilled to finally meet Caroline; I was even happier to find that she followed up on her promise. Anthony, Caroline and I were the primary contestants, although others did get their noggins measured at different points of the evening. And to Caroline’s surprise, she had the smallest head of the Giant-Headed Trio.
The winner? Me, hands down with a circumfrence of 24.5 inches.
I wish I could look at this in terms of being giant-brained or something. I wish I felt smarter. Instead, all my big-ass head can come up with is lines from So I Married An Ax Murderer:
“It’s like an orange on a toothpick!”
“His head’s like Sputnik!”
“He’ll be crying himself to sleep tonight on his huge pilla.”
Besides learning that Uncle Crappy has the largest head in the tri-state region, the local Twitterati also learned that we can be pretty helpful when we put our minds to it. I have no idea about actual numbers, but we gathered a mountain of winter clothing for the shelter at the East Liberty Presbyterian Church. Thanks again to Jennie and Gwen for organizing a great night.