good times...
this is in response to bumblebeequeen's entry requesting warm fuzzy memories to archive via lj. keep in mind, this is part 1 of a series of many.
in april of 2003, I was at work when I got a call from maria. after my shift, I went to pick her up, and we went back to my house so I could change my clothes. when we made it back into west seattle, my phone rang- 'twas rachael, asking if we had any plans for the night. she came to pick up maria and I at my house and we went down to the junction to search for somewhere to eat. on the drive, rachael had us listening to this mix cd she made featuring the infamous "diary of an unborn child." I stared out the window in horror for most of the drive.
finding that the charlestown cafe had already closed for the night, we went to alki to eat at a tiny place called cristo's. scooping up the stranger, we scanned the movietimes to look for a flick to catch, but nothing accomodated our schedule, so we decided to go bowling instead.
during dinner, maria was telling us a story about how she was playing in a fountain at western wearing her "big black boots," to which rachael and I thought she was saying her "big black boobs," and were overcome with fits of confused snickering.
on the drive to the bowling alley, maria whipped out my camcorder to record rachael and I singing along to "mr. sandman." rachael's star quote was: "too bad liberachi was flamingly GAY!!!"
we also sang along to "build me up (buttercup)" and doris day's "perhaps," which rachael serenaded us with her bass vocal chords. ("soooooo if you really love me.... say yes.... but if ya don't dear, confess!....")
once we made it to the bowling alley, there was only one lane left for us, despite the entire right side of the alley to be completely free, yet closed off. we took a lane shoved over by the corner next to a group of young adults fandangling around and drinking beers. we managed to record most of the game. I was cursed with a syndrome of only being able to knock down one pin at a time.
to freak out the people in the other lane, we'd be particularly touchy-feely and lesbianish with each other. at one point, rachael took the camera, shot the men in the next lane, and said, "all the men in this bowling alley have extremely small penises."
the energy from bowling was too much to end the night with. we needed something else to do. after driving aimlessly for a while, we made our way over to our special thriftway over by the admiral theatre. we sat in a lane of traffic for a while, just doing nothing, but once we pulled in, rachael parked in the expectant mothers only spot for my amusement. I stuck out my belly as far as I could, but it just didn't look convincing. (which, really, is a good thing.)
once in the store, we gave maria a makeover with the cosmetics left out at the natural makeups counter. she was....oh, so pretty looking. I think I prefer maria's natural look. ^^;
after that, we moseyed over to the seafood area, and found the lobster tank boy was still there. we interviewed him about the selection process of crabs and lobsters in the supermarket industry. rachael was particularly probing, as is her specialty, but the lad was very nice and really quite resourceful.
I bought a mother's day card and a slice of coconut cream pie, and rachael and maria bought a coconut, which we brought back to rachael's and smacked open with a hammer. after feasting, we collapsed on rachael's bed, drunk with delight, sleepier than hell. poor rachael still had to drive us home, though. all in all, it was a night where we all slept very well in our beds at home.
thus ends the first chapter of "memories in rubber duckie delinquency." I'm your host, kreeton, reminding you to submit your stories, and to keep on truckin'!
tune in next time!
in april of 2003, I was at work when I got a call from maria. after my shift, I went to pick her up, and we went back to my house so I could change my clothes. when we made it back into west seattle, my phone rang- 'twas rachael, asking if we had any plans for the night. she came to pick up maria and I at my house and we went down to the junction to search for somewhere to eat. on the drive, rachael had us listening to this mix cd she made featuring the infamous "diary of an unborn child." I stared out the window in horror for most of the drive.
finding that the charlestown cafe had already closed for the night, we went to alki to eat at a tiny place called cristo's. scooping up the stranger, we scanned the movietimes to look for a flick to catch, but nothing accomodated our schedule, so we decided to go bowling instead.
during dinner, maria was telling us a story about how she was playing in a fountain at western wearing her "big black boots," to which rachael and I thought she was saying her "big black boobs," and were overcome with fits of confused snickering.
on the drive to the bowling alley, maria whipped out my camcorder to record rachael and I singing along to "mr. sandman." rachael's star quote was: "too bad liberachi was flamingly GAY!!!"
we also sang along to "build me up (buttercup)" and doris day's "perhaps," which rachael serenaded us with her bass vocal chords. ("soooooo if you really love me.... say yes.... but if ya don't dear, confess!....")
once we made it to the bowling alley, there was only one lane left for us, despite the entire right side of the alley to be completely free, yet closed off. we took a lane shoved over by the corner next to a group of young adults fandangling around and drinking beers. we managed to record most of the game. I was cursed with a syndrome of only being able to knock down one pin at a time.
to freak out the people in the other lane, we'd be particularly touchy-feely and lesbianish with each other. at one point, rachael took the camera, shot the men in the next lane, and said, "all the men in this bowling alley have extremely small penises."
the energy from bowling was too much to end the night with. we needed something else to do. after driving aimlessly for a while, we made our way over to our special thriftway over by the admiral theatre. we sat in a lane of traffic for a while, just doing nothing, but once we pulled in, rachael parked in the expectant mothers only spot for my amusement. I stuck out my belly as far as I could, but it just didn't look convincing. (which, really, is a good thing.)
once in the store, we gave maria a makeover with the cosmetics left out at the natural makeups counter. she was....oh, so pretty looking. I think I prefer maria's natural look. ^^;
after that, we moseyed over to the seafood area, and found the lobster tank boy was still there. we interviewed him about the selection process of crabs and lobsters in the supermarket industry. rachael was particularly probing, as is her specialty, but the lad was very nice and really quite resourceful.
I bought a mother's day card and a slice of coconut cream pie, and rachael and maria bought a coconut, which we brought back to rachael's and smacked open with a hammer. after feasting, we collapsed on rachael's bed, drunk with delight, sleepier than hell. poor rachael still had to drive us home, though. all in all, it was a night where we all slept very well in our beds at home.
thus ends the first chapter of "memories in rubber duckie delinquency." I'm your host, kreeton, reminding you to submit your stories, and to keep on truckin'!
tune in next time!