Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Meanwhile, Deep In The Heart Of Texas........


The inferno like heat relentlessly baked, broiled, and roasted a visiting Carrot until her exterior reached a feverish shade of red.
We may have overcooked Carrot a teensy bit in the scorchingly hot Texas sun. She can never again package herself as a raw Carrot although thanks to the aftermath of her intense sunburn she can now be marketed as a pre-peeled Carrot or a southern-fried Carrot. I bet that's a delicacy somewhere.
What did we do and where did we go during the 5 glorious days that Carrot stayed here in Houston? Here's a brief rundown:

  • I treated Carrot to her very first Happy Hour where we indulged in Everything's Bigger In Texas-sized mixed drinks. (Half-Priced Cherry Limeades at Sonic Drive-Thru are fantastique!)
  • We finally got to experience the thrill of being on a slow boat to China.....quite literally. Yes, when we shelled out the exorbitant fees to embark on the guided Riverwalk tour we had no idea that our voyage would be on the Love Boat's sister ship, The Dull Boat. We weren't sailing on a ship of fools. It was more like a ship of drools as people nodded off from sheer boredom. You know it's a bad tour when the host excitedly points out Christmas lights strung around a tree off on the left and people dining on overpriced pasta on the right. Well, that's when we actually could understand what Captain Moses was saying. Most of the time his accent was a cross between Mr. Bean, the teacher on Charlie Brown, and that Mush Mouth from Fat Albert. Captain Moses proved incapable of such lofty goals as parting the Red Sea. In fact, Captain Moses couldn't even part his own hair. He slammed into the pier upon docking leading Carrot to exclaim "HOLY MOSES!!!!" The elderly lady in the back of the boat was our favorite. She churlishly yelled out such charming sentiments as: "Back in my day the boats moved a lot faster than this....." and "Hey, is that Captain even speaking English??!?"
  • Carrot moved me and I moved Carrot. Together, side-by-side in the claustrophobic stalls of the Antique Mall, our bowels moved in perfect harmonic unison. That's true friendship.
  • Everyone knows that avowed church slackers plop themselves in the very back of the chapel so they can be as ornery as they wanna be without detection from the more pious of the congregation. The Infidel Family always parks their rears in the rear. Always. Carrot's soaring angelic voice rose above all of our section's off-key hymnal mumblings that we try to pass off as singing. Carrot was the pride and joy of the back aisles last Sunday.
  • I nearly collapsed in laughter when our Relief Society leader perkily announced that we'd be "waxing cheese" at this week's Enrichment meeting. Carrot and I were the only ones who thought it was funny. I suspect that none of the sweet sisters in that room made inappropriate jokes about hairy cheese triangles that needs a good Brazilian waxing. Some churchy people wax poetic.....we wax cheese.
  • Carrot confided in me that the crushed ice from our refrigerator leaves the best aftertaste. I told her to write up her testimonial for inclusion in our upcoming Smiling Infidel Travel Lodge brochure. "Infidel ice is the best!!! It makes you forget that everything else there tastes like overcooked butt."
  • While feasting at Dumass Tacos, Carrot cheekily approached a group of redneck construction guys and asked them to repeat the song she'd heard them crooning while waiting in line. It involved titties and beer and rhymed with phrases like "Thank God I'm not queer." They happily complied and then allowed her to snap pictures of them with their redneck cruiser: A jacked-up, souped-up, painted-up Dodge truck. Then they revved their engine and squealed the tires on their way out of the parking lot leaving me and Carrot to sing "Just a good ole' boys not a meanin' no harm......" for the rest of the day.
  • While here, Carrot lovingly slaved over a hot stove to make us coffee cake. It didn't have any coffee in it. She also made us Monkey Bread. It didn't have any monkeys in it.
  • We successfully completed the Houston Buffet Invitational competition. Carrot now understands why Houston is known for cheap eats. She also now understands why Houston has won the title of "Fattest City" by Men's Health magazine four years in a row.
  • My mom gave me tickets to see Happy Days: The Musical. Carrot and I stealthily upgraded ourselves to box seats during the intermission so we could get a closer look at The Fonz in his super tight jeans. We were so close we could see one of the actors spit when he started to sing. Fresh Bonafide Theatrical Spittle On Tap. Awesome.
  • We both got emotional while singing along with Dan Fogelberg. ( I know!)
  • I confided in Carrot that nobody else in this world can make me laugh until I wet my pants like she can. I'll be packing extra undies in my purse in preparation of the next Carrot rendezvous.

Things We Didn't Do While Carrot Was Here:

  • We did not visit NASA or Space Center Houston. I was secretly fearful that we'd get accidentally launched into space like in that cheesy 80's movie "Space Camp."
  • We didn't get around to solving world peace or global warming. However, Carrot did buy us some nifty bedside tables which we outfitted with some super green energy saver lightbulbs. This little light of mine, I'm going to let it shine......
  • We never stopped singing Glen Campbell's monster hit, "Galveston." The slightest provocation would launch Carrot into crooning the main chorus and then I'd join in. Turns out the main chorus is the only lyrics we know. "Galveston, oh, Galveston......"
  • Carrot met both my mom and dad and yet she still didn't work up the courage to ask for my hand in marriage. What's that all about?
  • Papi treated me like a lady of leisure during Carrot's visit; even going to work in my place. Consequently Carrot didn't get to fulfill her "Day In The Life Of Elastic" dreams. We did eat chili dogs twice in one day, though. I think that more than makes up for it.
  • Despite sharing close bathing/bathroom/clothes changing/sleeping quarters we never accidentally saw each other naked. That honor is reserved solely for MILLIE who saw me in all my naked Infidel glory last year in Oregon. Poor, poor Millie.
  • Convince Carrot to move here. Oh well, there's always next time she visits.

12 comments:

Suzanne said...

Am I really first!?!

COOL! :D

Suzanne said...

What a fun time you both had! That was sweet of Papi to do your papers for you. Is it because you both stayed up late at night giggling little school girls. Or did the result of eating all those chili dogs cause insomnia??? ;) I'm so glad she got to visit. I want to see pictures!!!

Science Teacher Mommy said...

Is that Miley Cyrus. Scary carrot girl. I'm going to have nightmares.

glittersmama said...

It sounds like the two of you had a fabulous time. I'm sad that we don't get to hang out this summer. I should have scheduled my plans better. Thanks for letting her go home, so that I can see her in a few weeks.

Stacey said...

Laughing until you pee your pants - Priceless.

It sounds like you both had the most fabulous of times!!

compulsive said...

I hear once you go carrot you never go back. Glad you two had a great time!

Klin said...

Carrots are good for your eyes. It seems to have been good for your life, too.

Glad you all had so much fun.

Nancy Face said...

I actually own a copy of that cheesy 80's movie "Space Camp."

I even LIKE it...scary, huh?

Lauren said...

I am glad you and Carrot got to hang out together for 5 full days! I am sad Carrot got fried though. Would you say she was Carrot Tempura? Because I ate that a few days ago...

Yvonne said...

I don't remember "Space Camp" and I thought I knew all the cheesy 80's movies.

So glad you had such a fun time.

I'd have loved to hear the Dan Fogelberg tunes ; )

jams o donnell said...

Glad you had a great time EWBL. I'm looking forward to another trip to Gay Paree in the summer to stay with an old school friend. Hopefully I will meet up again with one of teh Iranian artists I met last year

Jillybean said...

I don't think you can call it monkey bread unless it's made with real monkeys.
Why do you wax cheese? Is that what I should do to that hunk of swiss cheese in my fridge that seems to be growing hair?
I loved what you wrote about your experience in the restroom at the antique mall. You must be kindred spirits.