Christmas at the Crusher

For Christmas the girls of The Crusher decided to exchange names for Christmas. This is their documentation of this event set to music.

What I remember about the night in question.

The day was January 29, 2007. At 1600 hrs Katy arrived back at the departure point and we disembarked on our adventure. We rendezvoused with Laura at Starbucks at 1630 hrs. Fun was had by all despite two of the drinks missing the ETA. I wanted to buy some coffee for the apartment, but just before purchase it was discovered that the bag contained whole beans. As I do not own a coffee grinder, this was found to be an unacceptable solution to the no-coffee-in-the-apartment crisis. Katy was very adamant that I purchase a coffee grinder to remedy the problem, however, in the end, I choose to forgo the purchase until ground coffee could be attained. While we waited for our drinks to arrive, Lydia proposed consuming our evening meal at Vietnamese Pho Restaurant. After conferring with the group, Laura disinclined and Lydia, Katy and I continued on with the nights missions. At Pho's we became intoxicated by our own cachinnation. With our mission complete by 1730 hrs, we adjourned in the apartment in time to get Lydia to her appointment at 1800 hrs. This concludes the deposition given by Anna Marie Seeley, this 30th day of the first month in the year 2007.

Her name was Rosie....

A few years back I was introduced to a restaurant called "Pho." I would go there occasionally, and would enjoy their coffee almost a year after my introduction (oh what a year wasted!) In any case, my true love/addiction to Pho began last semester after Laura and I became friends and shared fans of the vietnamese restaurant on High St. It seemed once a week we had to go, and I would often skip out early on my 3-5:40pm Thursday class just to get some egg rolls and vermicelli. As the semester went on we introduced a few more friends, and by the beginning of this semester we had a routine and a new addict, Anna.
Sunday evening we decided to all up Starbucks..an exciting plan we all enjoy! So come Monday I sit with Anna around 3:15pm, and her being very aggrevated (in a comedic non-stick-up-butt way) since Katy was not here..although her official home return time was 3:30pm. So we drove to Starbucks, Katy franticly counting change from a plastic bag and moving it to coin purses...since plastic bags are just embarassing. At Starbucks we wait patiently for drinks, although Katy got upset and threw a thermos to the ground in anger for the wait...but I think a quote from an old friend would be well applied here. He spoke about alcohol, but I think caffeine holds the same effect. "It's not the caffinated people you need to worry about on the road, it's people who are trying to get caffinated." At Starbucks, I ask about Phos, and we decide to go and share something. At Phos, we wait and laugh and discuss various items of the day. Evidently Anna likes to sit next to the wall in the booth. I don't remember our conversations..perhaps you'll find those in their blog entries, but I remember listing off the status of males various in manhood age and in jerki-ness. I also remember Anna refering to a guy's maturity and holding her two fists about 4 inches apart, and well visually speaking it was quite funny and quite suggestive....So I said that's similar to a guy saying "she's got a great personality" while refering to the forespoken female's jug-size....laughter is often from the most inappropriate of comments.
Leaving Phos, I ask to go to Sonic. Monday included many depressing things for me, and so my favorite Reese's blast from Sonic seemed a nice way to prepare myself for my 7pm meeting: one I wasn't looking forward to at all......
An interesting thing about Anna at the Sonic drive thru is her pronunciation and urgency in ordering. The last time we had gone she ordered a strawberry/banana smoothie and then at the last second yelled out, "no, make that raspberry/banana." I laughed a great deal, thinking ot the overall effect of this change in the little ear piece of the worker person....but I digress. This night's Sonic drive had a Katy in the back seat, who happened to yell out "no" to the "anymore to order" question, though Anna wanted a Oreo blast.....again, Anna was called to action, with cat-like, well if cat's could order Sonic blasts, reflexes that called on the young worker to make that not one, but two blasts and not just Reese's but Oreo as well. Driving up to the window, it was found to be very necessary to stand up in Anna's bug's sun roof. Katy took on the challenge.

In the end, It is 2:02am and I feel like this is all I can recall. I hope Anna you're happy with the timing of this entry, this one's for you.

What I remember about last night

Well I got off work and got back to the apartment about 4:40, stepped inside and next thing I heard was my name being shouted and I got B-42ed with a bunch of hugs. That was a surprise. Then I had to pee really bad, so everybody waited for me and then we got into the bug and took off to Starbucks, which I intended to pay for with a bunch of change that I had evenly distributed into two coin purses, minus what I kept dropping on the floorboard. Anna forgot the movie to return, which was the first purpose of going out, but we went ahead anyway as planned. We get to starbucks and find Laura, and we order our stuff. Laura gets this pink tea thingy with ice, which I think is nuts cause its co-old out there. I tried to get into the bathroom to wash my hands after handling all the change, but there was a lady inside singing loudly. I got a white mocha, and drained it before the other girls had even gotten theirs. That was poopy, cause then I wanted more. But then we decided to make dinner out of the deal so we went to Pho's, which Laura punted in favor of homework at home. Next thing I know, we're taking the long route to Pho's, but we get there, order and it turns out the wonton w/ tomato is super tiny. So that was funny, but good, cause crab, even fake crab, is always good. We talked about the boy scale, which goes, from best to worst: gentleman, man, guy, dude, boy, kid, jerk, loser, villain. We laughed about "villain." And Lydia equated guys' maturity with girls' personality in a completely startling way. The eggrolls and fettucini (numba 6) was a delicious dish as well, except no one wanted to eat the last piece of eggroll. I asked the Vietnamese lady (at last) what her name is, found out it's Rosie, and then we told her our names and left. Now we're friends! Yay! Next we stopped at Sonic for blasts, Oreo for Anna, Reese's for Lydia, and I had some fun with the moonroof. We even made it back in time for Lydia's meeting. It was a good day.

Swedish Chef and lobsters

Non Sequitur

The Crusher is a magical place. It is much more than an apartment, but far less than the Roman empire. It is also a symbol standing for all that is truly spontaneous and impromptu. I am not ashamed to call this my home, and the people who reside here my family. Sometimes, I wonder whether Lydia is really a pod person.

Need to know facts of the Crusher

1. Singing is permitted, but should be a song we all know
2. Dancing is permitted, but should be akward or strobe light related
3. If the door is closed, we're napping
4. If you are eating chocolate...we should be eating chocolate
5. Once you're here, be ready to be entertained and loved.


Peace Out~

"I hide it because it scares me."

Anna has a very special coin purse. I recently saw it for the first time. It was a religious experience. She said to Lydia and me,

"I hide it because it scares me."

Apparently, someone thought,

"Hmm. It's Anna's birthday, and Anna likes frogs. I know, I'll get her an actual dead frog!"

The other night she brought out the little artifact, and at first it looked normal enough, but then I saw the frog's head sticking out of the side. Its glassy black eyes look so calm, and its little mouth has been sown shut, and all its body skin has been expertly molded into a pocket, complete with a zipper to keep valuables secure in the froggy tummy. The expressionless face communicates utmost serenity which immediately made me feel that this little specimen of amphibian mummification is one little Honduran hoptoad that left the homeland in style.

It got me wondering how many frogs it would take to make a jacket. I could see a real market for a fashionable, functional, bug-repellant jacket. Seems like 20 glass-eyed smirking frog's heads would make just about anyone lose their appetite.


dispatch "two coins"