Dinner At Elmo's!

Oct 28, 2004 · 2 minute read

Last night, I finally got to visit the Elmo’s Diner is Carrboro. Hurrah! A gang of us went — Laura, Leigh, Sona, Collin, Duane, and myself; Stacie and Naomi were supposed to be coming as well, but they didn’t show, and we couldn’t raise them on the phone (but one of Collin’s housemates, Margee (I still have no idea if that’s how you spell her name, so I apologise in advance if by some chance she ever reads this — yay for Laura’s corrections!) came along a little bit later on). I can recommend the chocolate milkshakes. Just be aware that they’ll give you a metal mixer with enough shake for another whole glass…so fat…

Oh, and then Duane came back to Laura’s apartment, and gave us a short concert of R.E.M., Nirvana, and his own songs. Plus, we explained l33t-speak to Laura (this was after her and Leigh had mocked the rest of us for crying at Optimus Prime’s death in Transformers: The Movie. Which was uncalled for, I think. Besides, Impactor’s death was even worse). She gave us a look roughly translated to “I have to back away from the scary geeks who have invaded my house!!!”

After gingerly waking Laura up this morning by knocking on her door (I didn’t know what time she was supposed to go to work, but she had ignored/snoozed through two of her alarms), I walked into Carrboro for lunch. Mistake. I discovered that I couldn’t walk back, as my feet had decided that they had had enough. A bus back to campus, then, and an hour spent in the Union watching CNN, writing, and recovering.

Of course, being very dumb, I then decided to have a little walk around Bolinwood Creek. After about twenty minutes of this foolishness, I arrived back at Laura’s apartment, just in time to see her jump in her car and go off for her second shift at work. I’ve been hobbling about here since. But! All that will change in an hour; for then, it is mechanical bull time! So going to hurt…

And then an action-packed weekend! Mazes and an 80’s dance on Saturday, Halloween (deferring to the American spelling for once) on Sunday, and tomorrow? Well, to be honest, I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you, so I’ll let the mystery of that hang in the air for a day or so…