Episode 1.28 - "The Case of The Missing Clarinet"
Arrgh! Just when I thought the bad dreams were behind me, I have a daymare this morning: like myself in the good dream before it, the main character, actor Paul Walker, gets to be naked this time. Well, it's a very gruesome sight. He's in a sewer drain drain wrestling with the nasty fisherman from I Know What You Did Last Summer. The fisherman has already raked him across the abdomen with his hook and even as the buckets of blood ooze out of his chest, he continues to fight. Way 2 go, Paul! And BTW, I won't watch The Skulls before I go to bed again--that way you won't stumble into one of my dreams. They're seriously hazardous to your health.
I also have a dream about the Szubas happily eating at the Lincoln Diner and another about me helping a female student out of a jam by giving her a blank CD in the library, since her data wouldn't fit on a diskette. Can we say, RAN-DOM?
On the way to Band practice today, I realize something--I'VE LOST MY CLARINET! SACRE BLEU!! Wait, that's not strong enough. I mean, FUCK! How did that happen? So, it turns into one big mystery: I know the last time I touched it was Friday night, so I must have lost it either right after practice or right before Megan & Allyson's Game Night. Really, there are only TWO hours unaccounted for (between 6PM and 8PM).
I have to think back and desperately try to remember what I did in that two-hour window. Let's see, after Band practice I went home, then to the Dining Hall, had dinner, went to the 7-11 to buy the Dr. Pepper, came home, showered, shaved, dressed, went to the party. And I was sure I didn't go to 7-11 with a clarinet and I know I DEFINITELY didn't leave with it 'cause that 12-pack was heavy combined with the weight of my bookbag. And just last night, one of Sean's women complimented me on my clarinet because she used to play... too bad that girl is always drunk out of her mind!
So, after all that thinking, I search all over campus (dining hall, dorm, the Pizza House, bathroom, lost & found, etc) and my only possible witness is a drunk girl whose name I can't even remember. Anyway, seeking comfort in some Cookies & Cream ice cream, I walk down to the 7-Eleven for a pint and the sales lady recognizes me! "Hey, you left your musical instrument here a few days ago!" YES! Then, I am sooo happy that after I leave my student ID on the counter on my way out! Luckily, they notice quickly and get my attention before I'm out of sight.
Whew... that was a close one. I really didn't want to use a rental clarinet. *cringe* Besides, that was my mother's clarinet in high school, meaning it's at least 30 years old. I love it and I'm glad I didn't lose it forever... luckily clarinets don't have much street value nowadays. *smiles*
Afterward, I come back home to find another girl. She's complaining because while she was drunk at a party, she gave some ugly dude named Mike her cell phone number and now he's stalking her. See, that's what happens when you wear "beer goggles" in front of ugly people. M'hmm.
I also have a dream about the Szubas happily eating at the Lincoln Diner and another about me helping a female student out of a jam by giving her a blank CD in the library, since her data wouldn't fit on a diskette. Can we say, RAN-DOM?
On the way to Band practice today, I realize something--I'VE LOST MY CLARINET! SACRE BLEU!! Wait, that's not strong enough. I mean, FUCK! How did that happen? So, it turns into one big mystery: I know the last time I touched it was Friday night, so I must have lost it either right after practice or right before Megan & Allyson's Game Night. Really, there are only TWO hours unaccounted for (between 6PM and 8PM).
I have to think back and desperately try to remember what I did in that two-hour window. Let's see, after Band practice I went home, then to the Dining Hall, had dinner, went to the 7-11 to buy the Dr. Pepper, came home, showered, shaved, dressed, went to the party. And I was sure I didn't go to 7-11 with a clarinet and I know I DEFINITELY didn't leave with it 'cause that 12-pack was heavy combined with the weight of my bookbag. And just last night, one of Sean's women complimented me on my clarinet because she used to play... too bad that girl is always drunk out of her mind!
So, after all that thinking, I search all over campus (dining hall, dorm, the Pizza House, bathroom, lost & found, etc) and my only possible witness is a drunk girl whose name I can't even remember. Anyway, seeking comfort in some Cookies & Cream ice cream, I walk down to the 7-Eleven for a pint and the sales lady recognizes me! "Hey, you left your musical instrument here a few days ago!" YES! Then, I am sooo happy that after I leave my student ID on the counter on my way out! Luckily, they notice quickly and get my attention before I'm out of sight.
Whew... that was a close one. I really didn't want to use a rental clarinet. *cringe* Besides, that was my mother's clarinet in high school, meaning it's at least 30 years old. I love it and I'm glad I didn't lose it forever... luckily clarinets don't have much street value nowadays. *smiles*
Afterward, I come back home to find another girl. She's complaining because while she was drunk at a party, she gave some ugly dude named Mike her cell phone number and now he's stalking her. See, that's what happens when you wear "beer goggles" in front of ugly people. M'hmm.