Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Adding Insult To Injury

I was recently hit in a car accident and was injured. So, as a way of apologizing for my trouble the insurance company of the other driver sent me a check. The lady asked me some questions about my life and then sent me the check. You can imagine my surprise when this came in the mail:

It says (and I quote): "Pay to the order of: Crystal Chamberlain a single female"

Ouch. Is it just me, or was that completely unnecessary?

Friday, May 8, 2009

Whistle Blower

I was walking across the street today all dressed up for a singing gig and I got whistled at (in a good way). That has happened to me approximately none times before.

So just put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Also, this weekend I have a jam packed schedule and will soon return with lots of newsy news. Plus, maybe even a few pictures.

All of this depends on whether or not my computer decides to stop being stupid and work. I'm probably going to have to call a repair man. Which always has catastrophic results (for instance, the fort debacle of '06 comes to mind) but that's a story for another day.

Monday, May 4, 2009

"Let Me Just Tell You Something"

I'll just be honest and tell you that drunk people typically get on my nerves.

I'm not much of a drinker myself so I've never seen the thrill. Plus, being totally out of control of the things I say and do just sounds like a normal Thursday to me, so I don't really need to turn to The Drink.

But, there is one thing that always kills me when I'm around drunk people and it is this tiny little phrase: "Let me just tell you something".

"Hey!.... You know what??" is good too, but nothing gets me quite like someone slurring the phrase: "Let me just tell you something."

Since I moved to Denton my exposure to drunk people has increased exponentially, which has surprised no one more than me. I'm not really sure how a person can come out of the movies drunk, but in Denton- all things are possible. This could be a result of the two colleges here, but I think there must be some special magic here.

It really doesn't matter what I am doing, whenever I hear a person who is clearly intoxicated speaking these words my ears perk up like a kid listening for the ice cream truck. Recently, I was out with some friends when I heard those magic words. Did I mention we were in the lobby of the movie theater? That little phrase found its way to me, over the buzz of the crowd, due to the liquid courage a young lady had just downed.

And let me just tell you something.... it was music to my ears.