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Wednesday, November 4, 2009


I'm glad I have a car. If I had to take the bus, I would probably miss it every day. I am not what you call "prompt", but I will ALWAYS show up if I say I will.


I've never once been late to work. But I also pretend in my head that work starts at 7 AM.

And I do get things done, but I've got my own clock ticking inside me that sometimes ticks to its own rhythm. This is not to say I get everything done in life... or even most things. I am a great starter. Heck, I'm a
fantastic starter. If there was a competition for the first few hours of any project, I would beat anybody, anytime. I'd have a better campaign than Obama... for the first few hours. I LOVE ideas. I even like getting everything going to start those ideas. Here's my achilles: Then I get bored. And on I go...

Poor Dad. I remember in ninth grade, I was failing French class, so I came up with this grand idea. I COULD NOT WAIT! I decided for my French project, I was going to build the Eiffel Tower
to scale using only toothpicks and a glue gun. The night before it was due.

I think I got about 20 toothpicks glued before I passed out on the kitchen table. I awoke at 3 AM to my dad putting the final touches on my masterpiece... uh, HIS masterpiece. Yep, Dad passed my French class for me.

So I like starting things. Love recording events, taking pictures, jotting down funny conversations. I think a lot about blogging. I like to think about it. Plan it. Start it.

Needless to say, life often keeps going before I actually sit my butt down to blog about it. Then the new event swallows up the old one, and on and on...

So let's head back to Annapolis...
Yeah, remember that trip?

I left out a couple of ridiculous moments. Vanessa, my doctor roommate, has some hilarious quirks. She's really unattached to money. Like, when she has a bad day, she will insist on buying all the roommates something expensive, or taking us all out to dinner. It makes her feel better to spend money. Also, she's funny about things that aren't "tidy". For instance, she doesn't like the bread at the store with all the seeds and grains on top. She won't eat it because she says it's too "busy". She doesn't like Mexican food (even though she's Mexican) because it looks too sloppy on a plate. When she gets stressed out, it relaxes her to clean.

She also doesn't like loose change. And by this, I don't mean quarters. I mean dollars. One dollar bills and five dollar bills. She thinks they're "messy". So at the end of every day, if she finds any loose $1 or $5 bills in her purse or backpack, she'll dump them into the same drawer in her room. At the end of every month, she takes all the bills in the drawer and
(without counting them), stacks them and stuffs them in an envelope. Then she labels the envelope with whatever month it is.

Meg's family is from Anapolis, so we stayed with them, and on the first night, Vanessa whipped out twelve envelopes. She had brought all twelve envelopes in her carry-on to Maryland for our roommate trip! And she insisted that we spend the money while we were there. First item on our Maryland agenda: Count up the money. We all grabbed some envelopes and started tallying.

Grand total of money at the bottom of V's purse every month for a year: $683.

So here's where we went:

This is Cantler's, the "waterfront restaurant and crab house [that] has been serving the area's freshest seafood to watermen, boaters, and land lovers alike for 3 decades." Megan said that while we were here, we needed to experience eating crabs "the real way."

All of us were game. We're athletic. We're risk-takers.

Yeah, we had NO idea...

See, when I hear "crabs", I think of my hometown Vegas, and the $19.99 Alaskan Crab Leg Special, where you get the little mallet and the little silver plyer thing and you pry them open. Even when Megan said, "Okay, you guys, but it's kinda gross. You have to use a mallet," I was thinking, "I've got this. No biggie." It was definitely cool, but it was intense. If you've never done it, you must put it on your bucket list. Here we are in the beginning. Everything's clean and tidy.
We're psyched. Vanessa's got her game face on.
Here are the mallets. Okay, a little bigger than we expected.
Here's Jamie practicing her "tap, tap, tap" on the crab shell.
And here is the bucket that you put the crab shells in.

After reading the instructions, we started to lift some eyebrows. Wait... what does it mean, "Scrape away the
gills"? Gills?
I do have to hand it to our roommates: they were troopers. Ms. Clean-Freak-Vanessa and Ms. I-Can't-Deal-With-The-Sight-Of-Blood Jamie dug right in there and cracked and peeled away. A few times, they both had to stop and take deep breaths, but they kept at it. After a while, Jamie decided it was too much work for too little reward, and she resorted to hush puppies and corn. But overall, it was a grand adventure! Here's a before and after shot:

The Plate BEFORE:

The plate AFTER:
Pictures don't do it justice, so I asked Meg to demonstrate how to correctly "Crab Pick":

And yes, at the end of the meal, we paid for the meal in 102 one-dollar-bills... plus tip.

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1 comment:

  1. That video shows a lot of work for a little crab!
    I'd say the cashier was delighted to see your 102 one-dollar bills...not!

    This (paying for something in small denomination money) is an exercise used in assertiveness training! Now, what does that say about you guys?