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-----Original Message-----From: Christopher T Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 9:56 AMTo: Andrea Subject:

WELL?!

-----Original Message-----From: Andrea Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:01 AMTo: Christopher T Subject: RE:

well what?

-----Original Message-----From: Christopher T Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:02 AMTo: Andrea Subject: RE:

Gone for two days and nothing to say? No stories? Nothing?

-----Original Message-----From: Andrea Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:06 AMTo: Christopher T Subject: RE:

i was at the beach...
monday i tanned, i shopped, i ate, i drank
sunday i biked it up to barnegat light.. that was cool.
saturday, yeah pretty much all drinking.
fri night.... oh my.
so that's pretty much my weekend.

what'd you do this weekend?
any interesting stories?
how was the sat night game?

-----Original Message-----From: Christopher T Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:07 AMTo: Andrea Subject: RE:

Alright I can tell that you’re not interested in chatting today… maybe another day…


-----Original Message-----From: Andrea Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:11 AMTo: Christopher T Subject: RE:

so you want a story?

-----Original Message-----From: Christopher T Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:18 AMTo: Andrea Subject: RE:

I do

-----Original Message-----From: Andrea Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:31 AMTo: Christopher T Subject: RE:

once upon a time, in a land far far in princeton there was a princess. and this princess had a friend that she would party with. one friday night the two girls had finally recuperated from tequila shots on thursday night. the princess had decided to stay late and get some work done on her portfolio and her friend, who had just spent a day with the evil queen in newark, was napping. the princess' cell phone rang, it was a boy she met at the magic bar. he was at the bar and wanted to be graced by the presence of the princess, she told him "later." two hours later she goes home to freshen up from work and make her way to the magic bar. she called her friend, no answer. she must still be napping. i'll call her later. 20 minutes later she called again and no answer. she must still be napping. several phone calls later... the princess thought, she must have her phone off. i'll go over to wake her up.
the princess' phone rings, "could this be my friend?" she thought. no, it was the very very tall boy she met at the bar. oh... "i'll be there in 10 minutes," said the princess.
meanwhile, since the princess never goes to the bar alone, she was now determined to wake up her friend. standing outside her bedroom window, "pssssst" loud whispers the princess... no answer. she then calls out her name getting progressively louder until she finally hears her friend, "whaaaaaaaaaaaaat..."
"wake up! we're going out!" yells the princess.
to be continued...

-----Original Message-----From: Christopher T Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:33 AMTo: Andrea Subject: RE:

Did the princess end up getting her needs filled that night?

-----Original Message-----From: Andrea Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:34 AMTo: Christopher T Subject: RE:

we'll get to that.

-----Original Message-----From: Christopher T Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:34 AMTo: Andrea Subject: RE:

Oh…sorry for skipping ahead…

-----Original Message-----From: Andrea Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:51 AMTo: Christopher T Subject: RE:

"grumble, grumble, growl, ok, fine.... come in."
so the princess enters her friend's castle. "get dressed, we're going out. tall crew boy will be there with his friends, possibly hot rowing professional athletes." the princess always knows what to say to get her friend to go out. so her friend gets dressed and stumbles to the bar. to the princess' defense, she remembers her crew boy as a tall, hansom, athlete and thus thinks that he might possibly have tall hansom friends. the princess and her friend make their way to the bar to meet their charming men. they walk in, they sit down, they order drinks and scope out the situation.
there he is... the tall, lanky, scruffy odd looking crew boy, and his short somewhat familiar looking friends. the princess doesn't walk over, maybe he'll look better after this drink, or four. chugging her drink, the tall lanky odd looking fellow spots the girls and walks over.
there is awkward forced conversation and much drink chugging.
"so do you come here often?" asks the odd lanky boy.
since it is the closest cheapest bar to the princess' apartment and her and her friend average 3 nights there a week the princess was forced to answer, "yes, why?"
"do you remember my friend gabe?"
fuzzy memories of the obnoxious guy at the bar the night before start flooding back. maybe i shouldn't have played with his head...

to be continued.........

-----Original Message-----From: Christopher T Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:57 AMTo: Andrea Subject: RE:

This is so good… tell me more!

-----Original Message-----From: Andrea Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 10:59 AMTo: Christopher T Subject: RE:

i have to get some work in today... you'll get the rest after lunch.


-----Original Message-----From: Christopher Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 11:00 AMTo: Andrea Subject: RE:

Alright, I guess… you are so good at storytime!

-----Original Message-----From: Andrea Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 11:19 AMTo: Christopher T Subject: RE:

gabe happened to be in the bar the night the same night the princess was celebrating the completion of a big test she took that morning. many tequila shots and a mind eraser later she notices the us-rowing shirt the boy next to her in the bar is wearing. the princess knew full well that he was teammates with very tall crew boy, but how close could they be? it's a big team right?
so they chatted. they flirted, because the princess will flirt with a tree after tequila shots and a mind eraser. they started talking about jobs. two mistakes: the princess told him her real name (she was too drunk to think of a stealth) and she told him her real occupation.
gabe asks, “don’t you want to know what i do” or something to that affect after she told him her profession. so the princess smugly asks, “what restaurant do you host at?” note: tall crew boy is a host at a local bar/pizza restaurant in town called theresa’s.
gabe starts being a little argumentative... he told the princess how he had gone to a good school, graduated with a respectable major, and his last job was something office-y... kinda... that would’ve been fine if he hadn’t just gotten laid off and reoffered his job back at theresa’s. so in fact the princess guessed his story, right on.
this boy started to bore her so she went in search of her friend who had gone to the bathroom an awfully long time ago. the princess and her friend ditch the crew boys, chat with some new friends, and eventually make their ways home with cheese fries.

back to the very tall crew boy on friday night.
“so i see you met my friend gabe...”
what must have happened thursday night is drunk gabe stumbles back to the basement of the church the crew team lives in and told some of his close buddies the story of a tall architect named andrea who guessed his employment story, pissed him off, and ditched them.
The princess is now getting a recap of all the stupid things she did on thurday night while wasted with her friend, by the boy she came there to meet and now doesn’t like...

ok, how does one salvage the rest of a friday night when it starts off like this?

to be continued...

-----Original Message-----From: Christopher T Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 11:29 AMTo: Andrea Subject: RE:

This is so entertaining I can’t even begin to thank you…


-----Original Message-----From: Andrea Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 3:20 PMTo: Christopher T Subject: RE:

the princess just stood there in front of her friend, the very tall boy, and gabe embarrassed and silent. the very tall one suggested they move on to theresa’s since they obviously knew the staff. the princess’ friend who had only agreed to come out for one drink was convinced to move to theresa’s for the possibility of free drinks and entertaining company to say the least. so the freak show packs up and moves to palmer square to continue the evening’s events.
the princess and her friend decide to reconvene in the ladies room for a plan. key words are selected to terminate the night. the phase “are you tired?” is selected as a not so covert exit together plan. ready to join the crew team in their party at theresa’s the two girls entered the room. they stood in the corner while the staff ate their shift meals and the crew team conversed with the managers. the very tall one wanted to check the schedule in the back. in his efforts to get through the door unscathed he was forced to duck at least six inches. that combined with his curly hair and pointy nose revived an image from childhood of a sesame street character. she was being taken out by big bird! suddenly all thoughts from the ladies room talk left her head and get the fuck out of there fast was the most important notion on her mind.
“are you beat? i’m exhausted!” the princess exclaimed to her friend.
“oh... yyyeeeeaaaahhh...”
“lets just head out so these guys can talk here, no don’t worry we don’t need you to walk us home.”
“nah, i’ll walk you home.”
“no really, we live close by. you don’t need to walk us home.”
“ah, i remember where you live... c’mon i’ll walk you home.”
“no really..... oh, fine.”
so the tall boy walks the princess and her friend home.
while on the way home he starts telling them a story....

tbc...

-----Original Message-----From: Christopher T Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 3:28 PMTo: Andrea Subject: RE:

Still, so fascinating…

-----Original Message-----From: Andrea Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 3:49 PMTo: Christopher T Subject: RE:

in this story some personal information leaks. such as, underwear changing habits. and in his story the habits didn’t change... come to think of it, neither did the underwear.
hmm.. what did i smoke before i left the house? ponders the princess... certainly nothing too outrageous since her stone cold sober friend was hearing the same story and standing next to her. wow, she thought, this guy has the looks of a muppet (and an ugly muppet at that), he’s hasn't bought me a drink yet, he works at a restaurant, lives under a church, bores the shit out of me and he is telling me how he doesn’t wear clean underwear?! all common rationale told her to run. run fast and don’t look back. but the new three inch heels she wore to meet the 6’-8” crew boy wouldn’t give her that option. her friend walked on and happily returned to her bed.
the half mile walk and the story about dirty underwear carried on infinitesimally until finally they reached the doorstep of the princess’ apartment. this is typically a threshold only the privileged and the lucky (when she drinks too much) get to pass. tonight it was a fortress whose walls would protect the princess from this hideous creature. with a forced kiss and an, “i’ll call you” from the princess he was gone.
no longer in the cell phone as “josh-tall crew boy” he was changed to “hang up it’s big bird” this way, when he calls again and she’s as drunk as she was on the night she met gabe, there will be no confusion who it is and what she should do to her ringing phone.
it wasn’t even midnight on a friday night and the princess was dateless and friendless. but in the princess' world there’s always a plan b. she called up her friend who was half way in bed already to profusely apologize about the night’s events. then she decided to do one of two things: call pinky and if he wasn’t available then she’d get pizza.
she dials, ringing ringing ringing... will he pick up? she thought. half a second before she hangs up, he answers. no pizza for the princess. darn.

-----Original Message-----From: Christopher T Sent: Tuesday, September 28, 2004 3:56 PMTo: Andrea Subject: RE:

Oh so it had a “happy” ending… for pinky that is…
You are quite the orator…