A series of somewhat memorable happenings from the last week or 2…

Before Andrew Bird, we ate at this lovely little restaurant, Cafe Casablanca, a mix of Italian & Moroccan food. It was lovely just like the movie. I had lamb for the first time in my life. I officially fell in love with IU. I can’t help but wonder how my life would feel more fulfilled had I lived down there.

And this past Thursday, i spent the evening at the Kingman’s as part of “mutha night”...aka the boys night in and Amy needed some female power. We launched the evening at the classy Lebanon KFC. As we stood in line debating the choices, a deep, bellowing voice called to us from the counter. Some jumped, others gasped, but I just stared at the scrawny little guy from which this voice just traveled.

I was last in line, which left me open & vulnerable for awkward alone time with the great Voice. As I ordered my biscuits, Alex & the boys were talking over by the drinks. The Voice called out “If you guys are looking for something a little more wild, you should get some rocky mountain oysters.” Now I’ll admit, I didn’t immediately register what this person had just shouted out at place of dining and so the following awkward situation ensued:

Me: *hesitant chuckle* well, i don’t know where you can get those around here

Voice: That’s the problem. You can’t.

Me: *long pause…waiting on my change* Well, that’s okay. I don’t like oysters anyway.

Voice: Well…they’re not really oysters

Me: *quick chuckle* yeah, yeah i got that *give me my change, boy…give me my change!!*

Voice: *oh why is he continuing this…* I’d have to know you better before I could say what they really are

Me: *tried desperately to convince him i understood…but no….*

Voice: They’re….testicals. *hands change*

Me: *cringe* *hesitantly retrieves change, awkwardly ha-huh’s and walks away…mortified*

So I get back to the others, who had strategically chosen the table furthest from the counter, anticipating chatting would be required, and it turns out, no one else heard exactly what he said. So I share my story, and Alex says “Mindy, how do you always get such good stories?” I could have attributed it to my magnetic personality, but instead, I simply said, “I never understand what people say and I ask too many questions.”

Amy & Alex’s friend, Eric, was in from St. Louis and he thanked the lot of us for really “stepping it up” for his trip. Then Alex admitted that we paid the man behind the counter and not to expect anything better beyond that moment.

And so it goes that I will never be able to enjoy a KFC meal from that moment on. I will forever be haunted by the sound of the Voice shouting “rocky mountain oysters.”

Nothing much exciting has happened since then. I’ve been laying low after that trauma. My mom came up Sunday to help me pack. I’m close to all packed, but I know without fail that the “last few items” will take 3 carloads. Today I’m dealing with the buyer’s request for fixes. Seriously, I have way too much life knowledge after this ordeal than I feel I should at age 23. It sucks because I get annoyed when other friends and such don’t truly understand all this, which is just one more mark against me ever being able to find a b/f younger than 34 that has the level of knowledge I expect :(

But tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and I’m attempting my first heart-shaped cake for work. The process hasn’t been completely beautiful thus far but icing fixes everything :)

I’ve been blessed with some new music which makes me happy though. Mitch introduced me to a hasidic reggae band, Matisyahu, so yeah, it’s sort of spiritual but it’s surprisingly enjoyable. Drudd hooked me up with some tunes today but I forgot to get them since I’ve been doing audio editing so no music time lately.