Crispy Creme?
Feb. 22nd, 2003 02:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigan716Last night, me and Nathan were sitting here playing trivia games and Ross, Dustin, and Crispy (not his Christian name) came over. It was about 12:30 am, but Alexander was still awake because he had a long nap. I don't know why the guys bothered coming over. All they did was check their e-mail on my computer and play my guitar. They didn't say anything, but it was implied that I'm an idiot for letting my 4-year-old son stay awake until 12:30. He was full of energy though and very excited to see 4 "cool" guys in the apartment at one time. He kept calling Crispy Frisby, which I actually like better. I mean how seriously can you take a guy named Crispy?
After work today I went to Siscly's house and hung out for awhile. I drank about 5 cups of coffee and started to get hyper.
After I took Alexander to my mom's house, I went to my choir rehearsal. While talking about the trip, someone announced that we should each bring our own toilet paper because what they use in Europe is practically sandpaper. Maybe I'm the weirdo here, but how stupid is that? What are we supposed to do, carry a roll of Angel Soft around in our pockets? Is it really that important what we wipe our butts with? They also said we had to bring our own washrags because they don't use them in France. Well, my friend Daniel, who has been to France more times than anyone in the choir says that they have washrags in the hotels if you ask for them. And he stays in the same hotel we are going to stay in. I'm taking a tour with a bunch of spoiled, rich, old people.
After choir, I went with Crystal to IHOP. Our waitress was interested in one or both of us. Even Crystal could tell and she's usually oblivious to that sort of thing.
Nighty-night!
After work today I went to Siscly's house and hung out for awhile. I drank about 5 cups of coffee and started to get hyper.
After I took Alexander to my mom's house, I went to my choir rehearsal. While talking about the trip, someone announced that we should each bring our own toilet paper because what they use in Europe is practically sandpaper. Maybe I'm the weirdo here, but how stupid is that? What are we supposed to do, carry a roll of Angel Soft around in our pockets? Is it really that important what we wipe our butts with? They also said we had to bring our own washrags because they don't use them in France. Well, my friend Daniel, who has been to France more times than anyone in the choir says that they have washrags in the hotels if you ask for them. And he stays in the same hotel we are going to stay in. I'm taking a tour with a bunch of spoiled, rich, old people.
After choir, I went with Crystal to IHOP. Our waitress was interested in one or both of us. Even Crystal could tell and she's usually oblivious to that sort of thing.
Nighty-night!
