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Better than a Box Full of Starving Crazed Weasels

By boys, conversations, food, memories, new jersey, roommates, virginia beach 4 Comments

One of the perks of living in Virginia Beach is that there is a Dunkin’ Donuts just around the corner from my apartment complex. So, whenever Allison and I get annoyed with boys, we just hop in the car and pull up to the DnD drive thru window to order up one of our favorite comfort foods.

I’ve always thought fondly of DnD. There were about seven of them within 10 miles of my house in New Jersey, so I think it was inevitable that I would become attached at some point. When the Classic Cup in Manasquan closed down, Jamie and I took to the Sea Girt location for our late-night, over-coffee conversations about life, and when the pre-Starbucks Coffee Coolatta was popular for five minutes several summers ago, Stacey and I thought the frozen indulgence was the perfect way to accessorize for any occasion. When I worked at Insano in Asbury Park, I’d always stop at the DnD on Cookman for a quick bagel (double-toasted with light cream cheese) if I was working a morning shift, and I must say, I’ve even used the occasional Apple ‘n Spice donut to say “I’m sorry” or “Good morning!” to a love interest. (Personally, I find the Apple ‘n Spice donut to be a perfect stand-in for the Hallmark greeting card.)

Over the years, the item I’ve fallen in the love with the most is definitely the Bosten Creme donut. I think I’ve become the Boston Creme donut’s biggest fan. The Boston Creme donut has been there to dry my tears, to make me feel satiated before bedtime and energized before work, and to accompany me during some of the most boring road trips of all time.

Of course, just like any friend, the Boston Creme donut is not always reliable. Most Dunkin’ Donuts run out of Boston Creme donuts by 10:30 p.m. I remember one time, in New Jersey, I was craving a Boston Creme donut so much that I called six Dunkin’ Donuts stores before I found one that still had some at one o’clock in the morning. I requested that they put it on hold for me and drove 10 minutes up Route 35 to retrieve it.

Similarly, the DnD by my apartment runs out of good donuts excessively. For example, they run out of Allison’s favorite – the Marble Frosted donut – all the time. Well, maybe not all the time. I do remember one drunken night we pulled up to the drive thru window with tear-streaked faces and a handful of change and thankfully, DnD had both a Marble Frosted and a Boston Creme donut for us that night. That was a lucky night.

Anyway, last night wasn’t quite the same as that night. Both of us were just a little frustrated with friends of ours – mostly her boyfriend and our roommate. We were sitting on the couch sulking in front of Pirates of the Caribbean and we just needed to get out of the apartment for a few minutes, so I suggested a Dunkin’ Donuts run. “We haven’t done that in awhile,” I said.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Allison said.

So we got on some sweatshirts and hopped in the Malibu to drive around the corner to the DnD drive thru. Whenever I pull up to the DnD drive thru window, I always feel like Weird Al in his song, “Albequerque.”

“Do you have any Marble Frosted donuts?” I ask.

“No, we’re out of Marble Frosted donuts.”

“Do you have any Boston Creme donuts?”

“Nah, we’re out of Boston Creme donuts.”

“Do you have any Bavarian Creme donuts?”

“Nah, we’re outta Bavarian Creme donuts.”

Usually the conversation proceeds until I ask for a Chocolate Frosted donut, which is usually in stock. Last night it was a little skewed.

“Do you have any Chocolate Frosted donuts?”

“Well, which kind? Chocolate Chocolate Frosted or just Chocolate Frosted. We have Chocolate Chocoloate, but if you just want Chocolate Frosted regular, I can go in the back and make them for you.”

“Make them for us?” I inquired.

“Yeah, we just gotta squeeze the chocolate frosting on ’em. It’s cool.”

“Are there any other Dunkin’ Donuts around here?” Allison asked.

“Um, I don’t know about that. I can just make them for you,” the genius in the window responded.

“Are you new?” I asked.

“I don’t know about that. I don’t know where there are other ones. I’m about to go to boot camp. I don’t give no shit about this frickin’ job. I don’t know about that,” he said.

“What kind of donuts do you have in there?” I asked.

He listed off a bunch of mumbled donut names that sounded vaguely familiar, but I was thoroughly confused. “Can we just come in and see what you’ve got?” I asked. Late at night, the front door is locked. Only the drive thru is open.

“Sure,” he said. “Come in. I don’t care about this damn job. I’ll unlock the door.”

So, I parked the car and we went inside to browse the donut selection. Unfortunately there was nothing exciting. “Do you have any Munchkins?” Allison asked desperately.

“Yeah. What ones you want?”

We ordered 25 chocolate and glazed Munchkins and got out our money to pay. “Don’t even worry about it,” the guy said. He sent us on our way with a box of free Munchkins.

“SCORE!” I said when we got to the car. “Free shit!”

“We got hooked UP!” Allison said. She opened the box. “There is way, way more than 25 Munchkins in this box.”

So, there you have it. Another restaurant fiasco that left Allison and I with some free donuts. (Yes, there have been others — a few at DnD and one at Smokey Bones that resulted in our group leaving the reastaurant with over a dozen free donuts.)

In all that excitement, were totally distracted from the fact that any boys had annoyed us in the first place. Mission accomplished. We plopped back down on the couch with the comforting feeling of a tummy full of donuts and a renewed appreciation for Johnny Depp and watched more of the movie until Allison’s boyfriend called. Of course they got in another argument, so I ended up going to bed, but at least there was like 25 Munchkins left in that box for breakfast this morning and for dinner later on tonight because I’m sure we’ll be annoyed again by then.

(And don’t worry, Boston Creme donut. Just because you weren’t around this time, doesn’t mean I’ve given up on you. Perhaps we’ll get together this weekend. It’ll be fun. Oh! And I promise I’ll never choose a Krispy Kreme over you.)

It’s Something Unpredictable

By concerts, music, partying like a rock star, roommates, ruling at life One Comment

Last Sunday, I bought tickets to the sold-out Green Day show at ODU on eBay. The night before the concert, the guy I bought them from e-mailed me to tell me that he accidentally sold too many sets of tickets and that he didn’t have any to sell me. He refunded my money plus a few extra dollars to buy myself a drink so that I wouldn’t be mad. I was seething.

After I was done seething, Allison and I desperately called some radio stations and tried to win some tickets. We didn’t. We decided to drive to ODU last night anyway — we thought maybe someone would be selling some outside. It didn’t look very promising.

We decided to stand forlornly on will-call line in front the the box office window. That’s where we overheard some lady trying to sell back her tickets. Apparently she had grounded her kids for using bad language or something, so they weren’t allowed to go and she had three tickets to get rid of. Allison and I jumped right on that and bought two tickets to the show. The tickets were for the club section — Section 217, Row A. They were pretty sweet seats.

Once we got into the Constant Center, the ID check table put my wristband on way too loose, so I passed it off to Allison and got a new one along with a Bud Light and a Bacardi & Coke for her. (Apparently the club section offers a full bar, leather couches and body spray in the bathrooms.)

My Chemical Romance opened up. They said the f-word a lot. It’s a good thing that lady didn’t let her kids go listen to them — she’d have spent the whole week washing their mouths out with soap, I’m sure.

After My Chemical Romance, we had some lasagna. Yes, lasagna. On the first floor, they serve hot dogs and hamburgers, but on the club level, they serve lasagna with garlic bread and salad, so we had some of that.

Green Day was amazing. They put on the best show I have ever seen. They opened with “American Idiot” and ended with “Minority.” For their encore, they came back out and played a few more songs before closing the show with “We Are The Champions” and finally, “Time of Your Life.”

Green Day rocks my world. I’m really glad I finally got to see them.

I keep having really lucky Fridays.

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By airplanes/airports, birthdays, las vegas, little cousins, partying like a rock star, roommates 5 Comments

I just had the best birthday weekend ever in Vegas. I definitely crammed as much stuff as possible into the past four days. I’m never drinking again. Until at least Wednesday.

Thursday
I had lunch at Chuck E. Cheese’s with my aunt and Franky and Sammy. Then I took Kristen and Courtney to the mall and bought myself a new pair of Diesel jeans. Later on, Robbie and I picked up the white Malibu he rented. Then we drove to out to the Green Valley Ranch where we drank Crown Royal and danced and played some pool at the Whiskey Bar.

Friday
I did my best to sleep in and then I went food shopping with Aunt Kim and Sammy. Sammy bought a new Tinkerbell watch with her birthday money. I hung out by the pool all afternoon and tried to get a decent sunburn. Robbie and I went out to dinner at Shuck’s where I didn’t try any raw oysters, but I did have the best salad ever. Then we hit up the Treasure Island — we drank mojitos and got into Tangerine for free after I randomly found some VIP passes while we were waiting on line.

Saturday
I lounged around outside all morning making a list of the songs that were on the CD I made for my roommate (he was complaining he didn’t know who any of the bands were). I went to Toxicity and had Holly cut my hair, then I came home and had some tacos for dinner with my cousins. Robbie and I went to In-N-Out Burger (dinner number two) and then we headed over to the Luxor where we spent the night dancing and celebrating my birthday at Ra. I won $20 on a hand of Black Jack before we left, so that was nice.

Sunday
Robbie and I took a little trip to Red Rock Canyon and I stopped at Jersey Mike’s Subs for some lunch on the way there. We climbed some rocks and drove around that long scenic one-way road enjoying the mountains. “Such Great Heights” by Iron and Wine was playing when we stopped at the highest point on the scenic drive, so that was a nice movie soundtrack kind of moment. We didn’t talk much all day because we were both exhausted from staying up until 5:00 this morning. I had dinner with my aunt and uncle and cousins and Jimmy and then I attempted a nap. I didn’t really get a nap though; I was too busy catching up with friends that called to wish me a happy birthday. Robbie came back around 8:00 and we all had birthday cake. My cousins got me a Build-A-Bear and I named her Hualapai (after a cool street name here in Vegas). After my cousins went to bed, my aunt and uncle and Jimmy and Robbie and I all sat outside for a bit and then Robbie and I hung out in the hot tub for a few hours. We decided we’re going to open a Jersey Mike’s Subs in Virginia Beach. He gave me the best birthday hug ever before he left and I promised to cook him a huge dinner when he comes home in May because he definitely helped make this the most awesome birthday weekend I’ve ever had.

Monday
My flight leaves tomorrow around 3:00 p.m., and I’ll be flying non-stop to ORF on Southwest. I land around 11:00 and I’m pretty sure Allison is picking me up from the airport. I am so exhausted. I can’t wait to go home and sleep in my bed. It’s going to be a busy week.

Excerpts

By conversations, employment, partying like a rock star, roommates No Comments

At work this afternoon…

Lisa: “Should I put my cell number?”
Stacey: “Why not? You’ll probably only give it to your friends anyway.”
Lisa: “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Stacey: (Laughs) “You’re so defensive.”
Lisa: “Robbie says I’m confrontational.”
Stacey: “There you are. All ordered.”
Lisa: “Wow, business cards. That’s all I ever really wanted from this job. A business card.”
Stacey: “You don’t have very high expectations, do you?”
Lisa: “Nope. I have extremely high standards, but not very high expectations.”


On the phone this afternoon…

Regina: “Maxim is awesome. It’s so funny. It’s better than Cosmo.”
Lisa: “Yeah, I know. I mean, there’s skinny girls in it like Cosmo, but it’s actually funny and it doesn’t make you feel like you need to buy $800 dresses.”
Regina: “Umm…”
Lisa: “Like, reading Cosmo makes you feel fat, ugly and poor. Reading Maxim only makes you feel fat.”
Regina: (Laughs) “That’s true!”


Late Friday night/early Saturday morning…

Robbie: “Let’s eat something. What should we eat?”
Lisa: “Let’s make omelets.”
Robbie: “What?”
Lisa: “Let’s make omelets.”
Robbie: “I thought you were going to say, ‘Let’s make out.'”
Lisa: (Cocks her head and looks at him like he’s lost his mind.) “Or that.”


Later Friday night/earlier Saturday morning…

Robbie: “This dog smells like a wet fish.”
Lisa: “It says ‘balls’ on your face.”
Robbie: “It better not or I’ll masturbate all over the wet fish.”
Lisa: “You’ll what? ALLISON, ROBBIE JUST SAID HE WAS GOING TO A MASTURBATE ALL OVER YOUR DOG!”
Allison: “Robbie, do you masturbate?”


The cute message I received on my voicemail this afternoon…

“Hey Lisa. I just wanted to call and tell you I had a really good time last night and I appreciate you going out with me. Um, have a good time in Las Vegas and definitely call me when you get back. Talk to you later. Bye.”


On the phone with Tara this afternoon…

Lisa: “I’m going to go apply for a job at Bubba’s if you want to go with me.”
Tara: “It’s usually not a good idea to apply for a job with someone.”
Lisa: “Okay, well, meet me there and I’ll pretend I don’t know you.”
Tara: “Okay. Where is it?”

At Bubba’s…

Tara: (Looks around suspiciously.)
Lisa: (Gives Tara a curious look.)
Tara: “I’m just not sure if I should mention working at Gator’s.”
Lisa: “Oh, hell no. I didn’t.”

In the parking lot of Bubba’s…

Lisa: “So? How’d it go?”
Tara: “Good, I think I got it.”
Lisa: “Yeah, me too. Sweet. Good acting.”
Tara: “What should we do now?”
Lisa: “Nothing, I gotta go home and pack for Vegas.”
Tara: “You’re always going to Vegas.”
Lisa: “I’m just a rock star like that. Don’t be jealous.”

Adam is the new Pierre?

By concerts, hot lead singers of bands, music, roommates One Comment

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He was wearing a hot jacket, hot jeans, a hot belt buckle and a very hot watch.

Did I mention that Adam (the lead singer of Maroon 5) is extremely hot?