Tweedle-Dumb said to Tweedle-Di...
Sep. 3rd, 2004 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackofallgeeksSo I'm laying here in my room, curled in my blankets listening to my new Cruxshadows CD, and nursing an old heartache, as I'm want to do from time to time, when I heard a slamming against the door, much like one might expect if one expected a football player to be dropped bodily against the door, repeatedly. As I was dozing in bed and not expecting anyone in particular, least of all a football player, I tried to ignore it and continue with the nursing. I've never been all that good at ignoring much of anything, certainly not when I try to.
So I get up and stumble to the door; I had, after all, been dozing. and who is behind the door but Dan (a pretty cool guy in his own right), Paul (I've never liked him very much, and he's never done much to change my mind), and a couple of blockish-looking guys I'd never seen. They ask if Curtis is in, which he's not -- he's in Rockville playing competitive M:tG. Then they ask if Zach is in, which I assume to be a 'no', since their knocking woke me before it was answered. In fact, I am the only one in the room, which is half the reason I was dozing in the first place. Generally, I need people to function.
And so they tell me that Curtis' refridgerator, which they'd stored for him is sitting outside across the street -- they had lifted it out of Paul's car and decided that was enough of that. So they were just going to leave it there (Dan added that he felt bad for Curtis -- though not bad enough to bring the fridge up, I'll note -- and Paul made a point that it'd been hell to get it into his car).
Presented with this I can't really just leave it there -- I mean, who would take a fridge, but still, free fridge, right? So I grab my keys, throw off my socks, and wander down the hall to Trevor's room to solicit help. Trevor isn't there (in fact, I hear tell he's in Utah), but a couple of his roomies are, and after I we establish this fact, they ask what it is I needed him for. Upon hereing I have a college-sized-fridge across the street I need to bring up, Pat (the one) offers to help, and grabs the other (the other) and the three of us head down there.
Sure enough, there's a refrigerator sitting on the sidewalk across the street. So we walk over there and the two others pick it up -- it is, as expected, not heavy, just awkward. They have it, they say, and so I lead them back to the Dorm room. "You got two bitches to carry this thing for you," Pat noted as he crossed the street. -shrugs- It seems I just have that way.
We get it upstairs no trouble, with a few friendly Polish jokes exchanged between us, and deposit said fridge outside Curtis' door. Pat earns points, and The other wasn't so bad himself. I may have to see about hanging out with them sometime.
In other news, the CD's really quite good, in my opinion.
So I get up and stumble to the door; I had, after all, been dozing. and who is behind the door but Dan (a pretty cool guy in his own right), Paul (I've never liked him very much, and he's never done much to change my mind), and a couple of blockish-looking guys I'd never seen. They ask if Curtis is in, which he's not -- he's in Rockville playing competitive M:tG. Then they ask if Zach is in, which I assume to be a 'no', since their knocking woke me before it was answered. In fact, I am the only one in the room, which is half the reason I was dozing in the first place. Generally, I need people to function.
And so they tell me that Curtis' refridgerator, which they'd stored for him is sitting outside across the street -- they had lifted it out of Paul's car and decided that was enough of that. So they were just going to leave it there (Dan added that he felt bad for Curtis -- though not bad enough to bring the fridge up, I'll note -- and Paul made a point that it'd been hell to get it into his car).
Presented with this I can't really just leave it there -- I mean, who would take a fridge, but still, free fridge, right? So I grab my keys, throw off my socks, and wander down the hall to Trevor's room to solicit help. Trevor isn't there (in fact, I hear tell he's in Utah), but a couple of his roomies are, and after I we establish this fact, they ask what it is I needed him for. Upon hereing I have a college-sized-fridge across the street I need to bring up, Pat (the one) offers to help, and grabs the other (the other) and the three of us head down there.
Sure enough, there's a refrigerator sitting on the sidewalk across the street. So we walk over there and the two others pick it up -- it is, as expected, not heavy, just awkward. They have it, they say, and so I lead them back to the Dorm room. "You got two bitches to carry this thing for you," Pat noted as he crossed the street. -shrugs- It seems I just have that way.
We get it upstairs no trouble, with a few friendly Polish jokes exchanged between us, and deposit said fridge outside Curtis' door. Pat earns points, and The other wasn't so bad himself. I may have to see about hanging out with them sometime.
In other news, the CD's really quite good, in my opinion.
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Heehee...
Date: 2004-09-04 05:54 pm (UTC)Re: Heehee...
Date: 2004-09-05 01:21 am (UTC)Glad you mikede it, Dear.
Every now and again I like to imagine I'm a passable narrator.
Doing well eno9ugh, generally -- at the very least I've been busy enough not to notice otherwise.
Hope all is well with you, Claire.