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?

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.

"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.