The real question in my mind is “Do Jack and Val really, truly even exist?” followed by the question “Were they even aware Beebs and Co. were coming?”.
And judging by the size of Randie’s apartment, a one night stay is out of the question. Heck, dinner at her place is probably pushin’ it.
Welcome welcome one and all. Pull up a carpet square. Find a cubbyhole and make yourself comfortable. Pitch in, we can make this work. While we have a roof you are welcome to share it.
Minion… You are most welcoming! Then again, you are probably used to smaller living, yes? Apartments in your neck of the woods do run on the mini side… and cafes are more like living rooms.
Welcome, Orlah! And knowing Beebs… she probably told Jack & Val*** at the last minute and there was other commitments involved. And you’re right… Dinner squished up on the futon is most likely out of the question!
*** interesting note… I used “Jack & Val” as a shout to my Portland pals, Jack and Ver… Jack does the comic strip “Gulls.”
jump88… I had to look that up. I’d not heard of this camel/tent story… thanks for the education… I will use it from now on… because camels are just funny.
One day I was driving down highway 1 near Ft Ord. A large van-type truck was driving a bit in front of me, and the back of the truck was completely open. What looked like a dangling rope was swinging back & forth near the back end. When I got closer, I could see into the darkness of the back of the van. It wasn’t a rope at all – it was the tail of a full-grown, friggin’ camel! the truck turned off at Ft Ord. No idea what it was doing there!
New lock on the door: think about.
Or start wolfing down about five cans of beans.
This is why it’s ok to screen your calls and don’t answer when certain “friends” call hahaha
Poor Randie!
I’d have still said no, given that I disbelieve this was anything but purposeful.
That being said, if I believed it a genuine snafu I’d accept for the night. Randie really should make it clear that it’s just that ONE night though.
Robert… I’m sure that crossed Randie’s mind.
Pete… eating out and not being home whilst company is around maybe could work… “I got called into work… really… from 4am to 10pm…”
Ep… yes, good call… (ha! pun) … except they just woulda showed up at the door anyhow.
Legacy…. yah… ONE and ONLY one! Ambush house visitors are seldom received gladly.
The real question in my mind is “Do Jack and Val really, truly even exist?” followed by the question “Were they even aware Beebs and Co. were coming?”.
And judging by the size of Randie’s apartment, a one night stay is out of the question. Heck, dinner at her place is probably pushin’ it.
Welcome welcome one and all. Pull up a carpet square. Find a cubbyhole and make yourself comfortable. Pitch in, we can make this work. While we have a roof you are welcome to share it.
Minion… You are most welcoming! Then again, you are probably used to smaller living, yes? Apartments in your neck of the woods do run on the mini side… and cafes are more like living rooms.
Welcome, Orlah! And knowing Beebs… she probably told Jack & Val*** at the last minute and there was other commitments involved. And you’re right… Dinner squished up on the futon is most likely out of the question!
*** interesting note… I used “Jack & Val” as a shout to my Portland pals, Jack and Ver… Jack does the comic strip “Gulls.”
The story about the camel and the tent comes to mind here.
jump88… I had to look that up. I’d not heard of this camel/tent story… thanks for the education… I will use it from now on… because camels are just funny.
One day I was driving down highway 1 near Ft Ord. A large van-type truck was driving a bit in front of me, and the back of the truck was completely open. What looked like a dangling rope was swinging back & forth near the back end. When I got closer, I could see into the darkness of the back of the van. It wasn’t a rope at all – it was the tail of a full-grown, friggin’ camel! the truck turned off at Ft Ord. No idea what it was doing there!
Rich… THAT’s Weird! Crazy Camel Van! Maybe it was on the way to Wild Things outside of Salinas. ??? That’s where retired “movie animals” go.