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So here I was, 11pm and all ready for bed, I mean seriously all ready: teeth brushed and flossed, face scrubbed clean, contacts no longer suctioned to my eyes, and some cute little boxer shorts with a oversized tee shirt-every girls pajamas of choice; when the insanity of Lizzy and Anna that had been building all day (ask me about the wedding...we have pictures!) peaked...they wanted a bagel. Granted, I was slightly bubbling with energy still from the amazing Soular Seven concert on Palm Quad earlier, but seeing that I had to be out and about at 8 am, I was willing to pop some Benedryll and go to sleep. But would the gals leave campus without their personal journalist? Hell no! Their vanity of seeing thier names in print and thier lives documented once more caused them to rally up support from Atlanta friends until finally I was forced to get out of bed and be spontaneous. Only I wasn't going out there alone...I popped in next door and dragged Crystal out of her bed to come! (It was time for a new addition to the cast of characters anyway!) So we get to our usual haunt, Steak and Shake, to find the only other customers are 3 cops...seeing that we are all actually sober this time, we don't see a problem of just being goofy as normal and we proceed to cause problems for our waiter by asking for bagels even though its only 1 am (breakfast doesn't start till 2...) Now the waiter Donald, bless his heart, was only on his second day of work and still hadn't quite gotten the hang of...well, anything. We got half the food 5 minutes before the rest, no silverware, no drinks, and the one milkshake ordered came out double the size and missing the chocolate...You would think since he wrote a book while taking our orders (learn abbreviations son...) he might have been able to look at that list and remember 3 more waters were needed at a table of 4 girls. But some people just aren't as perceptives as others I suppose. Each of us having something in front of us to snack on, the taste test began. Lizzy and Anna were in the clear because their bagels were made and delivered by a jolly old cook, and we were pretty sure Donald hadn't had time to intercept that, but Crystal's brownie sundae was an entirely different story. We're still unsure of how he managed it, but the actual brownie was delivered harder than the nuts baked inside of it...I nearly called up the emergency dentists before we convinced her to stop chiseling at it...it was definitely made from a leftover KKK brick--we would have tested it on thier windows too, if those cops hadn't been sitting behind us. Now, we think theres an explaination for the lad's actions, he saw these four visions (in pajama pants and hoodie sweaters) and was so overcome by us that he could not concentrate on anything else. We forgive him for that. It was even kinda cute when he ran into the wall walking away from our table...it's a nice reminder that we are adored! But we didn't feel bad that he only charged for the two bagels because he was too lazy to go back to the dessert screen and type everything else in. If the boy doesn't want the tip he didn't deserve, it's not our problem...plus Crystal and I figured it was our reward for not wanting to come in the first place! |
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