Thursday, July 27, 2006

Ice Cream Makes Packing More Fun.

When I can't sleep, I can't blog.

And I can't sleep in an empty bed. My mind wanders. There's no reason to keep still. There's no reason not to jump up at a moment's notice.

And it sucks that I can't blog, because besides all of my fun/fabulous packing (I know you're jealous), I managed to do something actually exciting as opposed to pretend exciting: when walking home from Ben and Jerry's last night with Laura around 11, I we saw Cedric the Entertainer eating at my favorite restaurant.

Being as cool as I was, I proceeded to not recognize him, and to spill ice cream all over my pink capris as Laura and I were laughing about the waiter who was acting like it was his job to mention to everyone who passed by that yes, that was Cedric. And no, he didn't wait on him, but he knew the woman who did. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

He was gross, and a charicature of the slimey, self-important waiter. Hence the laughter. And the spilling.

6 comments:

blog Portland said...

Was he drinking Bud Light?

Ellen said...

You know, my boss's husband's brother is married to Cedric's sister. Isn't that crazy?

bobealia said...

My brother's girlfriend's brother's mother drinks bud light.

Ellen K. said...

Can we amend this to "frozen desserts" (sorbet, gelato, ice cream) make packing more fun? Great seeing you at lunch today!

v said...

I would have gone up to him and said, "You are high-larious Mr. Harvey." Hah! Or I would have yelled "Bernie!" and then ran away like a 12 year-old.

Because I'm sophistacted and classy. Yes I am.

doggerelblogger said...

I think you should start spelling favourite with a "u".

Just a thought.