Tricks of the Trade

Charlee’s slice

I feel boring! Thursday ended up being kind of a bust since Peter and Mike bailed on 80s night. Rachel, Erin and I made a quick run to Freddy’s to get pie and watch some grey’s. We each got our own whole pie, which led to the cute clerk asking if we were having a pie eating contest. The answer: no. Friday, Rachel and I went to K-mart and the Dollar store to get crazy hat making supplies. We went to dinner with Erin and had some delicious Cajun food. Then we had an evening in. While watching kung fu panda I received a text from my stranded drunk friend. Rachel and I went to rescue him on the other side of town, it was a somewhat successful mission in that we found him, but then left him at a park at his request to walk home. He’s a funny guy, that one. Saturday we decided to surprise Erin by taking her to the Skagit tulip festival. The weather sucked, we ended up leaving right as the rain started coming down. We decided to stop off in La Conner for lunch, which ended up being a bad idea. The only place we could find to eat was one of those over priced seafood-by-the-bay tourist joints. As such we got shitty service from our ageist waiter. He refused to bring us a bread basket because “We don’t give bread baskets when you only order things like sandwiches.” First off I ordered a thirteen dollar salmon burger, Rachel ordered $15.00 pasta, and Erin had their $15 fish n chips, our meal amounted to over $50. The older woman behind us ordered a goddamn salad and she got a whole bread basket! Here’s the thing, she was probably watching her carb intake if she decided to only graze on a salad for lunch. The young couple in front of us were happily slurping on small bowls of clam chowder -$8 a pop, guess who had a bread basket at their table. The waiter finally agreed to bring us three small slices of bread on a plate once our meal arrived, but he forgot to get me a refill on my drink, and happily ignored us the rest of our meal, he even ignored us when we said we were not interested in dessert and left us to look over the menu for another ten minutes anyway. I am usually very generous when I tip, usually around 20-25 percent. But under the tip portion I wrote in “DO YOUR JOB” instead of a monetary value. Later that day, we went to a friend’s house to watch the Kentucky Derby in the crazy hats that Rach and I put together the day before. p.s. mint julips are not very good. Saturday evening, Erin’s boyfriend came into town and brought some friends from back home. We took Erin out to further celebrate her birthday. We didn’t get very drunk, but that didn’t stop Rachel, Peter, Austin, and I from being the only four on the dance floor of the nightlight. And the DJs were really good, so it is a shame more people weren’t out enjoying them. All the bars were empty, my thought is swine flu hysteria. Sunday capped off the weekend nicely with an invite to mike and peter’s house for some brunch, followed by a viewing of men in black, finished by a trip to Lakewood for some kayaking. It was a blissful day.
On another note, next time we go to bayou on the bay I am ordering the catfish for dinner and the alligator meat dip appetizer.


Rachel’s Slice

Just as Charlee so eloquently put it: We pie girls are boring! Don’t get me wrong—we’re having a great time and enjoying the weather. We’re still going out on the town often and being as bitchin’ as always. But unfortunately, there has been a serious lack of drama in our lives as of late.

I have to admit, it’s probably because my boy chasing has hit an all time-low lately. For one thing, as fun as a Spring Fling is, it’s a shitty time to start dating someone with summer at home just a few months away. Plus, how many guys are going to stay interested when you have to say something along the lines of: “So, I have this Physicist clause. As in, if the Physicist is in town I’m going to devote my energy to seducing him. Did I mention that I’m visiting him in Alaska this summer?” Let’s not even forget the addition of the Broman—except I feel like perhaps our “relationship” has finally run its course. At this point, I just want the Broman to meet a cute little Honey to keep him warm at night so I won’t have to feel like an asshole when I call him from the Physicist’s front porch to wish him a happy birthday in August. He deserves better than some crazy—albeit bitchin’—girl who comes home to hook-up with him every few weekends.

In amazing news for me: Erin and I signed a lease for the perfect apartment next year! While viewing it with a group of three other sets of interested girls, Erin pulled me in close and said, “Rachel, I want it.” So I went out of my way to say the snarkiest things I could: “The stove top is questionable at best, the lighting in here is horrible, and of course there isn’t a dishwasher, no onsite laundry even?” Then we booked it as fast as we could to put in our application, called up my wonderful parents to transfer enough money to put a hold on the place, and were apartment renters by the end of the day! One of the things I love best about the place is that there’s a lot of bushes in front of the walkway, making it seem like you’re walking in through a mini forest. This is perfect—since I’m going to have a Where the Wild Things Are inspired bedroom next year! I have almost the entire month of September to be bored at home, so I’m going to make paper mache trees, drape vines from the ceiling and decorate it up in true Wild Rumpus fashion. Charlee is even making me the perfect Wild Thing mix cd to play for any boys I bring home to my lair next year. Rawr!

Hmmm, Charlee really covered the big highlights of the last week or so. Not much else for me to say. I have a feeling though, shit is bound to go down soon. May is my second favorite month(July being the first) and bound to give way to some kind of craziness. Then, the first few weeks of June, the Physicist will be in town(!!!!) and I’ve promised to show him a night on the town like no other. To think, this will be the first time I have a first hand in-the-flesh story to recount for you lovely readers about the Physicist. Sigh…I can barely wait! Take care kids and don’t forget your sunblock!

XOXO, Rachel