Emily. Shock and Awe.

Phil. Just Like In the Movies.

Wendy. Ski Bum and Adventuress.

Rachel. Dancing Queen.

Julie. The Littlest Elf.

Chris. There Ain't No Party Like a Marching Band Party.

Cyn. Just a Pink Haired Girl.

 

today i got yelled at by some soft jazz musician primadonnas who didn't want to share a condo with their band members. i mean SOFT JAZZ-- tht does not make you cool, OK?? being in a band named Solar Wind. Not hip.

then i bought an orange snowboard jacket, which i am very excited about. i also found the best cardigan sweater ever. it was perfect and i was very excited, but it did not have a price tag. so i took it to the cash register and they said it was $399, but it was half off. oh boy what a bargain! so i went back to work and found out that i'd made $200 in commission this week. so i went back to buy the sweater and some wrinkly yuppie lady was already in the process of purchasing it. am extremely bitter. considered mugging her in paking lot for the seater but did not.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 8:31 PM

Friday, August 30, 2002

 

So the last night I'm in London I meet this great guy named Phil. It was fantastic, unlike the 7:30 hour flight back which was not fantastic. My parents also not fantastic.

posted by Phil Comments [] 1:41 PM

Thursday, August 29, 2002

 

i just go off the phone with 2 of the world's stupidest people:
stupid #1:
-hello. i understand you are having a wedding there this weekend?
-yes, several actually. what is the name of the wedding party?
-um. i'll call back when i know.

stupid #2:
-hello. can you tell me about your packages for october and november?
-sure. in october we have a stay and golf free package. we'll be closed for most of november, but will be opening around thanksgiving and are offering several ski pakages at this time.
-oh. which is cheaper?
-well, the golf is because it's a summer rate.
-ok. but will i get any lift tickets?
-no. we won't be open for skiing then, that doesn't start until late november.
-oh. in that case i am not interested. thankyou. click.

hello... fucking morons.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 11:51 PM

 

so am at work today and suddenly at 6 pm all my staff just get up and say they're going home, see you tommorrow etc, and leave their monster piles of unfinished work just sitting there. finally i ask what's up and they all say they're off at 6. i look at the schedule and sure enough they are. of course this can't be right because it leaves me running the place all by myself for the next 4 hours. but i can't complain b/c i make the schedule, so obviously i screwed up. 6's, 9's dyslexia, etc. i go downstairs and tell my BOSS boss (like the head of the resort) about this situation, and she says, "i guess that's what they call shooting shooting yourself in the foot." oh goody. how enlightening. despite that, i still feel that this is not my fault as these royal fuck-ups should be expected now that i am left to my own devices with no one to watch over me. (for those not in the know, my wonderful incredible brilliant boss quit weeks ago and i have been left unofficially in charge of this money-pit disaster department until they hire someone. no reprieve in site as yet.) am clearly not cut out for corporate leadership. boo fuckin hoo.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 11:37 PM

 

Wow, it sounds like all of you have been having crazy times while I've been, um . . . otherwise occupied. Especially Wendy and Phil! I hope you guys are okay. Especially you, Wendy. Anyway, I miss you all like hell, and you had best come visit me in Philly.

Also, I now have crazy sexy shoes. They are great. I may never take them off.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 10:44 PM

Wednesday, August 28, 2002

 

freshies. oh boy. that reminds me: have decided that am going back to school to look for phd. i'm sure there's one out there for me. wahoo.

possibly this is result of a nasty knock to the head i took yesterday. the story goes as follows: chris and i went on a major camping trip (by the way, it is great to be once again sitting on my ass with clean undies and a cup of coffee) and decide to enjoy the seclusion of our little spot by the river by skiinydipping. despite not seeing another soul for 2 days, as soon as i take of my clothes who should show but the brady bunch, who of course started giggling at us. undaunted, i do a very graceful dive into the river from a cliff above and manage to hit my head on a rock. i emerge from the water with blood gushing from my head and marsha and janet start screaming, of course. this does not help. chris freaks and we have an amusing arguement that goes like this. -do you see my brain?? -no. -NO?? good, i'm fine, RELAX. head wounds bleed alot, apparently. so we hike the 4 or so miles back to the car with a bloody t-shirt wrapped around my head. finally, we arrive at a hospital. naturally head has stopped bleeding but doctor has lots of interesting advice. for example, i am given the option of either having part of my head shaved so i can get stitches, or just let it heal on it's own (as it obviously has already) except i'm not allowed to touch, wash, or molest my head in any way for the next 24 hours so it can have extra bonus healing. or something. and no sleep as i have a concussion. so i spend a delightful night on the sofa watching movies and wondering if the neighborhood bear will smell my blood-soaked hair and come inside and eat me. (i'm sorry this post is so graphic). in the meantime i do lots of thinking about the future, and chris checks the mail and finds that i have a scary note about a court date for unpaid speeding ticket the following morning.

so, i take my cracked, but washed (yeah i cheated) head to court this morning and sit there with many other scary unwashed people many of whom had committed rather heinous crimes such as hitting pedestrians and the best one: kid w/o license on acid drives uncle's car through a playground and straight into the lake. the honorable whatever presiding, clearly a graduate of the judge judy school of justice only makes things more surreal. then a police officer tells me i can't sit in this particular chair that i have chosen because it's too close to his gun and i can't help but find this amusing. apparently it is NOT appropriate to snicker in court. despite many setbacks, things get sorted and i currently am happily wasting away my time at work. happy day.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 11:41 PM

 

You'll never guess who also has an Asia House apartment: Jake. Super.

Also, the first years arrived yesterday and are madly introducing themselves to everyone they run into. Today, a kid held the door open for me and when I walked through, he said, "I haven't met you yet! My name is Benjamin and I'm from Seattle! This is my roommate-- his name is Nick!" I was like, "I'm a senior, I live upstairs." I wanted to say, "I'm a senior and therefore, I have friends already so I don't need to tell you my name or where I'm from."

posted by Julie Comments [] 6:28 PM

 

My intrepid European vacation is coming to an end. I'm not sure but I think that I now have a hot Portugese sugar daddy in Switzerland. He said that If I ever need anything I only need to call and he'll take care of everything. I'm very sceptical, but I have a fucking ridiculous hickey on my neck and I'm not sure how hell I'm exposed to explain it to my family..."You see I was in this park/museum and I say this guy..."
Anyways, I'll be passing through Oberlin in a few days on my way to Phillie so I will hopefully see some of you soon and mayhaps sleep on one of your beautiful floors.

posted by Phil Comments [] 9:49 AM

Tuesday, August 27, 2002

 

Sorry I posted twice... mistakes were made.

posted by Emily Comments [] 10:34 PM

 

[8/27/2002 4:04:34 PM | Emily Hines]
Here is a brilliant quote I heard yesterday, from a girl on some NPR show talking
to/about her heroin-addicted father: "I understand it's addictive, but why ya gotta keep
DOIN' it?" Fabulous.
[edit]

posted by Emily Comments [] 10:33 PM

 

Here is a brilliant quote I heard yesterday, from a girl on some NPR show talking to/about her heroin-addicted father: "I understand it's addictive, but why ya gotta keep DOIN' it?" Fabulous.

posted by Emily Comments [] 7:04 PM

Monday, August 26, 2002

 

The flight home was not as good as the first. The bars in Midway Airport suck hardcore.Don't bother. So, I bought a Scientific American with a cover story on dark matter instead. But, I leave you with a conversation that I forgot to mention when I was flying back home.

Ticket Checker: Sir, you've been selected to have your bags randomly searched. Please step to the side so we can search your carry-on luguage.
Man In Front of Me: But I don't have any carry-ons.
Ticket Checker: Then we'll search your pockets.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 6:36 AM

Sunday, August 25, 2002

 

And now, an inspiring story:

As last night was Julie's last night in town, she felt the need to carouse and, of course, drink and smoke somewhat heavily while nodding along to the tunes of the Slow Jets (an up and coming pop band). Magically, she drove Em's car home in one piece after stopping for some sweet potato fries at the diner (this is what my memory tells me I did, but honestly it's a little fuzzy. Em says I talked to a lot of my former fellow employees).

As you can probably imagine, getting up in anticipation of the long drive to Oberlin (and, for some of us, to Germantown) was not all that easy. We did not feel terribly well, but we carried on as heroic Americans have done before us because, after all, that is what this country is all about. We thought of the miners trapped underground and suddenly, bathing and clothing ourselves didn't seem so daunting.

And, as every harrowing experience should, this one ended with pancakes and pomegranate merlot.

posted by Julie Comments [] 10:30 AM

Saturday, August 24, 2002

 

Ahhh, the airport. What finer place is there. Let me regale you with stories from yesterday.

1. I saw a lady reading a book entitled "God's Plan for Your Finances." What else is there to say about that?
2. I went to the Max & Irma's that I went to last time I flew. I walked in, sat down at the bar, and saw the same guy was working from the last time I was in there. He asked me how I was doing, and I told him ok, and mentioned that I was in there last Easter. He stopped for a second, and said "Oh yeah, double White Russian in a tall glass. Want another?" Damn fine bartender, that Steve is.
3. There was a lady that was trying to get on the plane, and the Southwest Airlines person decided that she was being obnoxious and was too drunk to fly. Drunk people don't like being told that they are not allowed on the airplane.
4. Not at the airport, but on the way back home, my dad was listening to country music, and I heard a country song that had steel drums in it. I thought the radio was going to explode.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 12:14 PM

 

Men are pigs. Filthy horny pigs who can only think with their cocks. Present Company excluded.

posted by Phil Comments [] 7:18 AM

Thursday, August 22, 2002

 

Got a house. Things are good again. Yay for not living on the street.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 10:46 AM

Wednesday, August 21, 2002

 

Well, I had a place to live. Talked to the landlord. I said I'd get back to him by Tuesday. He said that if I didn't, he would rent it to someone else. I told him I understood. Go to get his number last night, and it turns out he signed a contract with someone on Monday for the room I was suppossed to rent. Awesome! Thanks a lot dude! He's going on my list of people to cockpunch.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 11:02 AM

 

So my brother pissed me off royally. He had been missing in action for two days with his love princess. Normally, I wouldn't mind, but not having a key to the place I'm supposed to be staying it was kind of a major inconvience. So to get even with him I left him a not that said I would call before I came back. And I've set out to visit the mecca of debauchre itself. So after I broke into my brother's flat I bought my ticket to Brusselles. Not realizing that there is no train from Brusselles to Amsterdam after ten at night I was stuck in bruseelles for the night. No problem. I'll just find a hostel and stay there for the night. Wrong. The oh so lovely gentleman at the information booth informed me that yes there was a hostel 5-10 km away, but no he would not tell me how to get there. He suggested that I walk in that direction and try to find it. What the fuck? Anyways I got on the subway hoping by some miricale I would find a place. After about two stops a Japanese guy who also had a backback and spoke almost no English got on and I figured that he might know where there was a hostel. He had actually just come from. It was full and he was headed to a subway station to sleep for the night. So I spent the night in a subway station. Woo Hoo!

posted by Phil Comments [] 5:02 AM

 

Hey kids! I'm off to Larissa's! Wish me luck!

posted by Cyn Comments [] 3:44 AM

Tuesday, August 20, 2002

 

Guess what? I will be in Oberlin on Sunday! As soon as I figure out how to get in the dorm without a working card (damn the dorms and their stupid people filters) and unpack my things, I will most likely become lonely and wonder what the hell I am doing there, especially since Rachel and Chris will be gone for the night. So...please call me! Be in Oberlin vicariously: eat Feve food, drink Feve drinks and smell that horse manour smell that wafts through the air on humid summer evenings. By the way, does anyone know who else besides Johnny B. will be there at this early juncture? Let me know if you do.

posted by Julie Comments [] 10:27 PM

Monday, August 19, 2002

 

You guys have probably read this on Life in the Pink, but my car Bob died today. He was loyal even in death, neither exploding and killing me nor breaking down on the freeway. I know that some of you have met and/or driven Bob, so I think you'll understand my pain.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 9:20 PM

 

I learned a new phrase- "Suck yr dick for a tenner."

And I thought crack whores were only in America

posted by Phil Comments [] 9:30 AM

Sunday, August 18, 2002

 

Hello all. Finally back in touch with the power of the internet. Also, I'm in London. I realize that this could be construed as horribly irresponsible on my behalf. I've learned that my liver is English even if I'm not. There is no other way to explain it. A nation of people who can drink as much as I can. And who unfortunately dance when they are drunk, and are terrible dancers. Other things that I've learned: My brother (23 and an ass) has a very nice 46 year old Iranian girl friend. She doesn't look a day over 30. And they are swingers. I've never been so happy to be a homo in my life.

Right now I'm in Camden town, and the Hare Krishna's have informed me that I sound like I'm from Manchester. There are Hare Krishnas in London!

posted by Phil Comments [] 1:18 PM

Saturday, August 17, 2002

 

My mom got me some Harry Potter every-flavor jelly beans today and I have to say that the dirt and sardine flavors are both quite potent, and the former is surprisingly pleasing.

posted by Julie Comments [] 8:39 PM

 

Ok, so I bring you more goodness of the internet.

Design-a-Powerpuff-Girl

Once again, enjoy.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 7:22 PM

Friday, August 16, 2002

 

Hehe, just found this as I was surfing randomly.

Gay metalheads?

Enjoy all. I really liked it.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 8:43 PM

 

i think the best cell phone deal is the tracphone deal. with this phone you just buy what time you want in advance and pick your local
calling area. it is one unit in the local calling area and two for roaming. very good deal becuase there is no monthly charge or large roaming
fees or whatever. i like it. not much exciting here. going home today for family function this weekend in which i will be drilled on my italy/archaeology
experience. must sound inteligent to family.........

posted by Samantha Comments [] 10:03 AM

 

Wendy, when is your birthday? You are aware that I will not be in LA as of the 21st, right?

Send the picture to cyn@pinkhairedgirl.com.

My aunt has excellent gin. That is the most exciting thing in my life right now.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 12:22 AM

Thursday, August 15, 2002

 

cyn. i will need to send you a new pic of myself. the box photo is starting to bother me, as i feel i look like a rabbit on crack. to what address should i send such a thing??

also, i am going to LA for my birthday. yeah!!

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 10:44 PM

 

i agree with chris. my car doesn't have a name because i like to think it is expressing it's own unique personality... and also, i'm lazy.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 10:39 PM

 

I am currently boxing up my belongings so that my mom can move them to a big, ugly house in rural semi-suburban Baltimore while I am at school. Cyn, can I borrow your dust mask?

posted by Julie Comments [] 2:03 PM

 

So, Phil and I are thinking of just doing the cell thing and not getting a land line - do you guys have any cell phone advice/suggestions?

Also, apparently Phil will be in London from tomorrow until the 29th. Wacky!

posted by Cyn Comments [] 12:01 AM

Wednesday, August 14, 2002

 

My brother left for Auburn this morning at 4:00 because he likes to do his 18 hour drive in one day (and also, he's crazy). I was sad to see him go and I realize that things are not going to be the same around here without him...especially because the following items are missing and I can only assume he took them with him to school:
television from the living room
lamp from the computer/guest room
potholders
my facial exfoliant

posted by Julie Comments [] 1:09 PM

 

i think a car always needs a name. although without seeing the car first i can't tell you what i would name your car. but a name is essential, it gives your car its own identity. sigh, have to go back to work now..............

posted by Samantha Comments [] 11:32 AM

 

Or, you could just not name your car, and just let it exist without forcing a constraint upon it such as a name. Sometimes things just need to be, and you need to co-exist with them, not try and take possesion of them. Cars are such a thing.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 1:43 AM

 

Em - I think your car's name will become apparent after you drive it a little while. Not to sound like a hippie or anything, but I feel car names usually come to you. That's what happened with Truck. And as for Bob Racecar Bob, his name came to me in a flu induced vision.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 1:28 AM

Tuesday, August 13, 2002

 

I know I already posted something today, but I thought you all would appreciate this e-mail from my internship employer:

Super! Why don't you come on by on Friday around noon and we'll have a
jollyafternoon sifting through online databases together, looking for
festive things about statutory rape?

See you then!

posted by Julie Comments [] 5:24 PM

 

Yes, so the boy I have a crush on (the one with the girlfriend) totally has a big ol' crush on me. I deduce this from many little nuances and vibes, but mostly from hard evidence such as the message he left on my phone today asking me what I was doing tonight: there was lots of "uh...yeah, so uh...I was wondering..." and lots of trying desperately to sound casual even though this is the second time he's ever called me and I don't know how he got my cell phone number. I'm doing my best to ignore this, but he's making it very difficult by acting like a goober. Oh well.

And I stand by the name Sharleen for the car, Em.

posted by Julie Comments [] 4:00 PM

Monday, August 12, 2002

 

How the fuck do I tell if it's a boy or a girl? I have a vague memory of a "Square 1" episode in which the Mathnet people talked to some trucker who told them girl trucks have more chrome. Aloysius is good. I also have to tell you all about the great thing I found yesterday. It is a thin metal disc, about 2 inches in diameter, all sticky on 1 side & bearing the BMW logo on the other. It evidently was a BMW hood ornament that came off someone's car. It will be my new hood ornament now. Hee hee!
Here is a link to a coupon for 1/2 price CD's at Border's, which apparently works if you print it out. http://latimes.p2ionline.com/treeprintads/0003776785-001/p1s3m.asp

posted by Emily Comments [] 11:50 PM

 

Em, is it a boy car or a girl car? If it is a boy, I would suggest Aloicious (sp?) although that is your Dear Brother's name, and could lead to the car developing a methadone addiction.

I also recommend these names.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 11:33 PM

 

it can be summed up in two words diggin' and drinkin'.

That's three words.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 4:20 PM

 

Hi Rachel & Wendy! I miss you both! All right people, my very own car is here at the house now. It is a 1996 Honda Civic, & I am soliciting ideas for what I should name it. Let me know.

posted by Emily Comments [] 2:55 PM

 

awww.... i have been in such trauma that i couldn't go to italy this summer. i have a reputation to uphold, you know. my phone # is 1-800-466-6784 (before 10pm pacific time) or 530 581-1982 after.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 2:46 PM

 

so i am back in the good usa, and oberlin, and work. i have moved into me and julie's new super cool asia house apartment, and let me tell you it is
super cool. we are going to have the best pad on campus. italy was great. it can be summed up in two words diggin' and drinkin'. wendy, oh
the stories i heard about you. (keith says hello, and i have his e-mail for you, to come later.) lets see, highlights of the trip would have to be the mountians,
various van rides through the mountians, the scottish, our new co field directors (who are partener's and very amusing), and of course sambucca(sp?).
i can now proudly say i have friends (and open invetations to stay with them) in all of the provinces in great brittian. very cool. wendy what is your number,
i lost it. i really miss you guys a ton. girly time is not the same without you, or should i say exsistant at all considering i have no female friends on campus
at the moment. wendy everyone missed you on the dig. i got trained to take photo's so i am now the new photography expert at sangro valley. this last
part is for wendy: quoting ed "bastard romans" and "sangro valley 2002, tirelessly fighting anti-saminitism."

posted by Samantha Comments [] 11:20 AM

Saturday, August 10, 2002

 

All of you, not just Julie, should take note of this information: You go to www.rockstargame.com & click on "sign up" or whatever it is to get an incredibly fun fantasy rock band. Then I think there is a post from Cyn from a while ago giving the link to our "friend group." Do it now.

posted by Emily Comments [] 2:56 AM

Friday, August 09, 2002

 

Hey kids. Can somebody tell me how to do this virtual rock band thing, cuz I thought up a great band name last night and I'd hate to waste it...
Thanks.

posted by Julie Comments [] 2:01 PM

Thursday, August 08, 2002

 

Larissa's mom said it was okay that I'm coming to visit! We may not be the wandering jewmobile! At least, not for a couple of days.

posted by Cyn Comments [] 3:41 AM

Wednesday, August 07, 2002

 

At work today, we were training some unusually young new employees. They were 15. When the 15-year-old girl was asked why she wanted to have this job, she said, "I thought it would be good for my development."

jigga what?

Also, I have a crush on a guy who's friends with all my friends, likes Ani Difranco and is adorably environmentally conscious...and who has an out of town girlfriend.
*sigh*

posted by Julie Comments [] 5:05 PM

 

wow. great story chris and derrick... am very impressed.

nothing super exciting here. went to very crazy mexican catholic wedding over the weekend and danced to mariachi music. also did some waterskiing and got yelled at by crazy woman in safeway, who turned out to be one of our irrate lodging guests (apparently one of the requirements for choosing northstar these days is that you have a stick up your ass), but i yelled back at her and gave her a good slap in the face. meow. shortly after this chris and i had a fight because he ate the top of my friend's wedding cake while stoned (i think i was supposed to save it for the first aniversary??), and i cried b/c of the grocery store thing and some stuff that had happened with my boss, so he felt bad and we had great make-up sex in the backyard while a ten year old child was watching.

posted by Wendolyn Comments [] 12:30 AM

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

 

Well, my night can be summed up by this email that Derrick sent out to some of our friends. It's long, but worth the read:

So, I'm sitting around the house now at 2:50 AM after an interesting night out. Chris Tebbens and I decided yesterday that we would go see if we could take advantage of a possible entrance to the Cleveland tunnel/sewer system and do some exploring. We gathered up our first aid kit, pry bar, hammer, cold chisels, gloves, flashlights, dustmasks and various other implements in what will forever be known as "The Bag of Criminal Intent" and took off for the Mistake by the Lake at about 11:00pm. We first stopped by super k to get a few disposable cameras (we thought it would be cool to get some pictures) a map of Cleveland and some water. At midnight we arrived pulled past Gund Arena and Chris pointed out the area of interest. Problem number one: I don't know how many of you have been to the Jacobs Field/Gund arena/Tower City Amphitheatre section of Cleveland, but late at night on Ontario Ave the traffic is still fairly continuous. We decide to shoot for it anyway. Chris already came up with a nice simple plan that had to work. I was going to pry the cover off, Chris would hold it, I slide in, hold it up while Chris does the same, let it drop and vanish beneath the streets in about 30 seconds. Yeah right. We park a block down, walk up Ontario and quickly realize the traffic light nearby gave many, many people a very clear view of what we were doing. So we stood around suspiciously for a few minutes hoping traffic would die down. Once again: wrong. Meanwhile, we noticed several people walking along the rail tracks below us and decided that trying to find a way in from the tracks was a little less conspicuous.

We turned up Ontario and headed for the Amphitheatre. Instead of going there though, we walked towards the tracks. There was a clearly marked transit authority service road there so we decided to avoid it by cutting up through some brush on the hill next to the tracks. After getting to the top of the hill, things started to go somewhat wrong. We turned left in teh direction of the rail tunnel when > I turned around and saw a Ford Crown Victoria with its lights off rolling towards us. We tried to play it cool and kept walking down the road. Just then, an SUV pulls up from teh other direction with its lights on. I'm thinking to myself "don't stop, don't stop, don't stop". Just then, he stopped. Some guy that I thought at first was a worker there rolls down the window and asked us if we needed help. Chris tells the guy we are just out for a walk and we try to continue on. (Chris note for blog: This was a great idea. Truly a stroke of brilliance) He tells us we are on private property and not allowed to be there, so we quickly turn around and begin walking the way we came in. He slowly follows us for a minute and right when I think we are going to get away without a hassle, he speeds up next to us and asks us for id. While he is asking us, he pulls out this flimsy looking badge and I think to myself, "Great, rent-a-cop". He whistles for the guy who was driving the Crown Vic and has since dissappeared. He radioed to somebody, and next thing we know there are several police cruisers, the SUV guy, and the fatass in the Crown Vic. That is not to mention the other police SUV and the > "Sarge"(a nice man I might add). The first guy explains that there have been several break-ins in teh area and I'm thinking why would anyone break into these factory/processing plant looking places. As they take our ID's and try to confirm we are who we say we are, Sarge comes over and tries to grab the bag of Criminal Intent off of Chris'shoulder. Chris asks him not too, but the guy ever so politely grabs Chris' hand and stammered something involving broken fingers. (Chris note: Late at night when the cops are pissed at you is not a good time to try and debate proper search and seizure) So Chris gives him the bag, he takes it over to the first SUV and they start looking through it. Sarge then frisked us while rent-a-cop looking guy was looking at the bag. You have to understand, while this was going on, there were a couple cops working on teh ID's and several others standing around trying to be menacing. One cop was nice enough to explain that their personal vehicles were what was broken into and we began to understand why they were so pissed(and came in such great numbers). At > this point, Sarge is back over at the bag and begins yelling at us. He was holding the pry bar and hammer bitching about how these were criminal implements. I wanted to be a smartass and tell him I got them > at Home Depot, but he wasn't a very funny man so I kind of muttered it under my breath instead. Sarge, such a pleasant man, also pointed out that if the guy in chrage that night wasn't so understanding, we would have been put in jail: a circumstance which would have made this email much more interesting. They got all of our info, several times, asked us where we were parked, several times, and finally decided that we weren't the kind of dumbasses who went around robbing cops. Finally, Sarge lightened up a little and started to talk to Chris about his hometown, Sarge having grown up near there. He also made a point of commenting about me being in the Navy...he didn't seem to pleased, he was probably a blockhead Marine. Eventually, they let us go, but not before putting us in the back of Sarge's cruiser and driving us back to > my truck, which they then ran the plates on. Finally they let us out of the cruiser, impressed on us how we made a mistake, then let us go. Fun fun fun.

To cap off the night we went to Denny's, and because we hadn't had enough yet, found a way into the tunnel below African heritage house. We hightailed it out of there though because the lights in the maintenance/equipment room were on and the door was open. Strangely, it turned out no one was in the building. On the walk home we finally pryied off a manhole cover here in oberlin, but it only covered a small concrete room under the sidewalk that had some piece of humming equipment in it.

A disappointing night but an interesting night nonetheless. You really had to be there to experience the number of police that showed up thinking they caught the people that stole from them. Like I said, fun. Ah well, we plan on getting underneath Cleveland one way or another, but now we know to stay away from railroads because as one police officer said, "there's always somebody watching".

Derrick and Chris


So, we are not deterred! We shall return, just not to the train tracks.

posted by Christopher Comments [] 3:29 PM

Saturday, August 03, 2002

 

Wow, I didn't even know, Em. Happy Birthday!

posted by Christopher Comments [] 1:18 PM

 

Happy Birthday, Em!

posted by Cyn Comments [] 12:57 AM

Friday, August 02, 2002

 

So, when I was in England, I made this little resolution to be less inappropriate since, well, the humor is different over there and they didn't always appreciate my brand of humor sometimes. Anyway, back here in America, I was hanging out with my friends Bryan and Tyler and we got on the subject of Bryan's cat.
"What is your cat's name?" I asked, mainly because, to me, Bryan is basically just a guy who hangs out with my friends and I never know what to say to him.
His answer: "Arlene." And I stopped myself just before the words, "Hey! My vibrator's name is Arlene!" came out of my mouth.

Go me.


Oh, and Cyn, I am so sorry I missed seeing you in yet another hot, ridiculous Fredericks of Hollywood get-up.

posted by Julie Comments [] 12:01 AM

Thursday, August 01, 2002

 

I miss you guys! I went bra shopping at the mall today, and I was like, "Man, I miss my girls. This would be so much fun if they were here."

Chris, this post doesn't apply to you so much - I miss you, but not in a bra shopping way.

By the way, Fredricks of Hollywood is totally my new best friend!

posted by Cyn Comments [] 7:49 PM