Late Night Delivery

Today started off like an episode of When Animals Attack.  Cris had an animal inside his building.  He was pretty sure it was a squirrel, but it just as well could have been a rabbid possum.  It had fallen through the ceiling (leaving a creepy horror movie hole), and scuttled across the floor.  We opened all the doors, turned up loud music, and chose to ignore it. 
A few hours later, we went into the kitchen to put stuff away, banging and making lots of noise as we went.  Our guard was down for a second, and it started moving around.  Cris high tailed it out of there, while I stayed, trying to figure out where it was.  The other day, we were listening to the Original Kings of Comedy, who said white people always get hurt and messed up because they like to look danger in the eyes, while the people of color are busy running away and getting safe.  I walked out of the kitchen and yelled at Cris for leaving me alone, and he said, "See!  White people stay. We run." 


We still had to get the squirrel out, so Cris went and armed us with brooms.  Weapons in hand, we went back to battle.  Cris stayed at the kitchen door and waved me into the room.  "If it starts running, I'll close the door."   I said "It's just a squirrel."  He whacked his broom around and said "And squirrels can have rabies."  He stayed by the door.  As I'm walking into the back room by myself he says, "What if it's a flying squirrel?" In the end, the squirrel was successfully shooed out of the building - crisis averted, rabies avoided.
No white girls were harmed. 


After work, we went to another Christmasy thing in town.  The university Cris works for had this fancy concert - the Texas Lutheran University Vespers.  It was a huge production, with very talented singers and entertaining theatrics - an elderly woman was the only actor on stage between each song, playing the role of Joseph's mother who thought Mary had slept around.  It was the first time I've ever laughed about the immaculate conception. Parts of the concert nearly lulled Cris to sleep, and parts of it kicked my ADD into gear.  But the upbeat songs, and the ones that weren't in Latin, were very entertaining.  And it's always fun to have an excuse to get dressed up.  
Our day was topped off with the excitement of discovering that there was a Dominos pizza that delivers until 1 am.  For you all, this may sound normal and boring.  For us, here in Seguin, when everything closes at 10 and nobody delivers. . . this was heaven.  And so, at midnight, when we aren't really hungry, and I can't digest cheese very well. . .  we are eating pizza.  Cris just said, "Aah!  If I stand here, I'll just eat more pizza.  I don't know how many I've had!"  Neither do I.  I think I'll have one more.