September 12, 2004

Invasion of the Bawdy Snackers

I have nearly half a dozen posts in the works even as we speak . . . but the time-consuming pursuit of acquiring material for further postings (read: continuing to exist in the Ice Cave and generally spending time with SCers) has delayed publishing dates.

But . . .

I had an extra dose of fun this evening on our Saturday night run to Waffle Shoppe. I don't know if Anna's official moving of the leave-time from somewhere between 12:00 and 12:30 up to 11:00 had anything to do with the enormous crowd that we dragged in for our midnight snack tonight, but . . . Well, I cannot recall at any time in the past accompanying more than 8 people to Waffle Shoppe on any given night (and I haven't missed a trip in at least a year). Tonight there were 15 of us.

Amidst much loud merriment and joviality from both ends of the table (which I believe might have been in different time zones), I ordered my usual "Ultimate Omlette" stuffed with ham, and side order of toast.

Side note: I am led to wonder if much of the novelty of the evening came from the surprise of seeing what the first-time or rare visitors would order . . . the regulars, as usual, didn't even open their menus and any one of us could just as easily have ordered for all of us. In fact, I believe Moore tried to.

There is really no need to attempt to recreate any of the many random and hilarious threads of conversation that ensued as we ate and talked and laughed together (although I would like to draw attention to the brief attempt at naming alcoholic drinks after various SCers. It died rather abruptly when we got to the "Martini-ez" . . . other relevant quotes are certain to appear on Wilson's blog someday).

Suffice to say, there was much happiness all around and I look forward once again to a food-filled semester "smothered and covered" in Saturday night Waffle Shoppe goodness.

Hmmm . . . When I start to sound like Moore it is clearly a sign of two things: 1) I need sleep and 2) I need to stop blogging. Good night.

Posted by Jared at September 12, 2004 03:12 AM | TrackBack
Comments

I am both curious about and horrified at the idea of an alcoholic beverage named after me...*shudders*.

Posted by: Martinez at September 12, 2004 10:17 AM

Wheeler made the assertion that the Martini-ez would be a virgin drink. I pointed out that not yet, it's not.

Posted by: gallagher at September 12, 2004 12:49 PM

*Tries to discern meaning of Gallagher's comment. Decides it is useless and I probably don't want to understand anyways*

Posted by: banana at September 12, 2004 01:18 PM

*sniff* (misses wild parties)

Posted by: maman d'Ardith at September 12, 2004 06:14 PM

This is your most intelligent post yet, Wheeler. Congratulations on your newly improved IQ.

Posted by: Moore at September 15, 2004 02:18 PM

Way to go, Wheeler. You're turning into a Moore-on.

*ducks*

Posted by: gallagher at September 15, 2004 03:51 PM

I think you need to post something new right away. I'm tired of visiting your site and groaning at the title of this post. Please accommodate me.

Posted by: GlitBiter at September 15, 2004 10:21 PM

7 days without a post? I would have thought your ego needed more massaging than that.

Posted by: fry at September 17, 2004 03:46 PM

Oh, I get it! You're never going to update this site again just to spite me! Well, fine then!

Posted by: GlitBiter at September 19, 2004 12:43 AM