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May 15, 2006
Cathy Locked A Hobbit In An Ice Box
Before I get to the hobbit story, I'm going to make you all sit through a lot of old random pictures I never got around to putting up. I forgot that I had a ton of pictures on my Sidekick's photo gallery, so that's why a bunch of these aren't as high quality as usual.
Frisky being cute:
Frisky coming out of my laundry bag:
A really cool cloud by the mall in Hartford:
Brent at Binney Park at the bottom of my street:
Binney Park:
Brent and Me at the park:
The sophomore BBQ out on the quad:
BBQ:
Free Cold Stone ice cream for everyone at the BBQ:
Anyway, Saturday night was Mike's prom night. My parents and I went over to Cathy and Mike's house to see Mike and his three prom dates all dressed up and to watch Big Mama's House 2. Here are some pictures of Mike with his dates:
Mike with Cathy:
Mike with his baby cousin, Jensen:
Dancing in Cathy and Mike's living room:
Superstars:
Mike doing "the fax machine:"
Davey with a death-grip on Jensen:
Davey with Cathy and Mike's dad (aka Davey's bf Tommie) "playing house" with the baby:
They don't make very good moms.
Jensen in her really cool bouncy swing that hangs from the top of doorways that I'm REALLY jealous of:
Anyway, some of Cathy's family was over and my family was there too, so everyone ran out of ice pretty quickly meaning Cathy and I had to go to the nearby gas station to get another bag. When we arrived, we parked directly in front of the store on a "No Parking" sign on the ground, so Cathy asked me to wait in the car while she ran around back to the ice box. There was a huge padlock on the door, so she had to go inside to look around. Some really short, almost "shrunken" person worked there who told Cathy to look in the back of the store... but Cathy couldn't find any ice:
This hobbit-like fellow had a long black pony-tail with light brown roots which looked pretty ridiculousl. Cathy says we went to high school with him but I don't remember him. Anyway, I went inside to help Cathy out and we ended up getting little Frodo to take us around back to open the ice box. As we walked over, he tried really hard to give off the "I'm way too cool to be working at a gas station" vibe by repeatedly saying he didn't want to effing be there, effing do that, effing this, effing that.... Anyway, we thought he was pretty stupid, but we needed him to get us some ice. When we got to the ice box, he unlocked it and lit his lighter to see if there was ice in it. Being very small, he even crawled right inside... without holding the door open. Cathy let go of the door too and, of course, it slammed behind our hobbit helper. Cathy looked at me like I was going to do something about it, and we just started absolutely cracking up.
Cathy holding the door:
We were shaking so hard from trying not to laugh too loudly that the shot came out really blurry. When Cathy yelled "Oh no!" and tried to open the door, the gas station guy replied with "Hey! I'm still in here!" Anyway, in conclusion, we got our ice, the hobbit got out of the ice box, and we went home. I think that might be one of those "I guess you had to be there" stories, but oh well. That's all.
I'm watching A History of Violence with my parents now, so I have to go, but have a good night everyone!
Posted by lauren at May 15, 2006 07:29 PM