Smallhouse Log

Sunday
"I could be a sandwich." -Stan, 10/11/2004

So I'm back from the retreat, and ready to face the vicious, horrible things I have to.... well, face. Like my e-mail. It's vicious. ("Vicious like a deer!" ....I thought of Pat Grose this weekend.)

Upon returning from the retreat, I found a pair of smallish leopard-print fuzzy slippers on the living room floor. I thought, "They must be Brian's. Maybe they're Alice's. I guess even someone else could have left them here. Oh well," and then proceeded to the bedroom, where I found Brian still asleep. After putting a few things away, I broke out the vegan cake that Althea and Julie had made for me and Patrick in thanks, which I had carefully stored in an airtight container. I noticed that Patrick had left his share out on the counter. *headshake*

Then I wander around eating cake, much in the same way I wander around when eating any given foodstuff. Hearing voices in the house kitchen, I wander over there, where I discover two of the freshmen. The girl, whose name I do not see fit to disclose, said something along the lines of "Oh, you're back! I think I left something in your room last night. Could you let me in to get it out?"
I said, "Was it by chance slippers?"
"Trousers, actually."
"Can't say I saw those. Uh, what were you doing in my room last night, incidentally?"
"Crying, mostly, I think."

So I let her into the room, warning her to be quiet, as Brian was still asleep. She goes around to the other side of the coffee table, and there, sure enough, lies a crumpled pair of girls' trousers. On the table, Brian's glasses. After assuring me that she had been wearing shorts underneath the trousers, she departed to her own room. The slippers, however, were not hers. I found out later that those belonged to yet another first-year girl, who came by shortly to retrieve them.

I have since heard a fuller description of events, which, I assure you all, does not make things sound nearly as scandalous, but which is not my business to disclose. It is not my story.

Then I had a conversation with Geoff on the subject of Proddies vs Papists, and who would win. In Geoff's words, the Romans have the "Jesuit shock troops of the Anti-Reformation movement." We reasoned, however, that the Baptists could probably hold their own against an eqivalent number of Romans, though the world would be a horrible place if the Baptists won.

It's really funny to hear people read song lyrics like they're normal text, especially if that person doesn't realise what it is they're reading.

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