Thursday, October 13, 2011

The End of the Damn Game

You guys remember the game?  If there's anyone out there that is still reading this, I give you the authority to calculate the final score.  If not, we're going with Harley's estimate of 9500 some.  (Harley, I hope that tent is working out for you okay.  Thanks for letting me use it.  I hope I can repay the favor some day.  Also, that was really good rum cake that we had at your house.)  That means that Chuck would have come in first and Shannon would have come in second.  But, for some reason, right before the deadline, both individuals had an increase in confidence in Stuie and I, so they raised their guesses.  (Shortly after that, Stuie busted his knee, and I rode my bike into the back of a car.)  That means Alyssa wins with the lowest submitted guess of 14000.

I don't remember what the prize was supposed to be, so we're going to make it a tip from each of us.  My tip is: Alyssa, always wear a helmet.  Stuie isn't here to type his advice because he's studying laws or something.  I'm sure he'd say something like, "Alyssa, always warm-up before you do any vigorous exercises."

Oh, the things we learned on the bike trip.

New Setting

Lemme give you an update:

I walked into Angel Food Catering, and Mike said, “We’re going to leave for the wedding in a minute, but let’s sit down and talk for a second.”  We sat down.

“Listen, Robert.  If we go to this event and you like how things go and I like how things go and I offer you a job, this is what I‘m looking for.  I’m looking\ for a point man.  I want you to free up some of my time so that I can get down to the office.  You’ll need to keep things orderly, running smoothly.  Okay?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Okay.  Do you wanna roll?”

“Sure,” I said again.

“Hey, Jim, get this man a roll.”

So I ate my roll while Mike talked some more, and, now, I work at Angel Food Catering.  And ever since then, I’ve been looking for a place in Yipsi to buy delicious muffins.  It‘s been a tumultuous journey.  Frozen blueberries aren’t any good in muffins (unless you like that gelatinous, indistinct sort of thing), so I don’t recommend B-24’s, and Beezy’s has average-tasting infant-sized muffins.  I‘m looking for hearty.  The Ypsi Bakery has good-sized muffins, but it seems like that business is only open when certain stars are aligned.  I’ll keep you apprised of my findings.

I don’t want to bore you with my life preceding the THEYPSI MUFFIN HUNT because I know there’s nothing better than a good muffin.  In fact, I’m saving up to buy a new muffin pan.  I gave my last one to Joline when we graduated.  Very solemn occasion.

And, the other day, Judy and I were doing a bread-tasting at the Ypsi Co-Op because we were thinking about outsourcing our bread production for this big wedding that is coming up in a few weeks.  We tasted a few breads, and they tasted a lot like bread, and it seemed as though the baker had a decent head on his shoulders because of it.

We were asking Chris the Baker questions.  He was answering them.  I wasn’t paying attention to this.  I was looking around the bakery.  And on the bread rack, I saw an ant with it‘s ass covered in flour.

You realize, now, that I’m about to talk about this ant when I haven’t explained anything about Judy.  This is because the ant is the central character in the story.  Judy isn‘t a central character, but she’s a real person, and you’ll find out about her eventually, if you regularly read the blog.  I know that I could have entirely cut Judy from the story, but this is a true story, and I don’t want to short Judy from her time to in the spotlight, and I don’t want you to think that I’m lying to you.

So I looked at this ant with an ass full of flour, and I said, “Ant, what are you doing here.”

It said, “I’m working.  I’m collecting food.  I‘m bringing it back to the farm.”

I said, “Looks like you’re just messing around in the flour.”

It said, “Nope.  I’m working my ass off.”

The muffins at Zingerman’s haven’t impressed me either.  I ate one of their cinnamon and sugar muffins.  It tasted like a doughnut.  I want a muffin that tastes like a muffin, by golly.