drive-by cookiegram
Jan. 3rd, 2005 03:49 amEarlier today, Sammi made chocolate chip cookies. I'd told Ashy that I would hop on my bike and bring some over, but I don't want to give her my cold, and it was raining today. (Rain may have been part of my headache, to be honest.)
Late at night, Sammi realized (via Furrymuck) that Ashy was awake. I'd said something about my intent to deliver some cookies. Sammi suggested... doing it. At 3 AM. She'd drive.
So we did. I told Ashy I was going to log off and shower. Then we grabbed the cookies. And milk. In a lunchbox. Into the car. With a dustmask and a plastic glove for me. Drove to Ashy's place. I bounced up the stairs and knocked on her door, on her window. The bell doesn't work. After a moment (she was probably not decent, and who the hell would be dropping by this time of night? Nobody who she'd want to see. Almost nobody knows her current address) she peered out of the window, then opened the door.
"Um, you're not supposed to be here..."
"Sterilized cookie-gram!"
And I waved, and bounced back downstairs to the car, and we drove back home laughing our heads off.
Late at night, Sammi realized (via Furrymuck) that Ashy was awake. I'd said something about my intent to deliver some cookies. Sammi suggested... doing it. At 3 AM. She'd drive.
So we did. I told Ashy I was going to log off and shower. Then we grabbed the cookies. And milk. In a lunchbox. Into the car. With a dustmask and a plastic glove for me. Drove to Ashy's place. I bounced up the stairs and knocked on her door, on her window. The bell doesn't work. After a moment (she was probably not decent, and who the hell would be dropping by this time of night? Nobody who she'd want to see. Almost nobody knows her current address) she peered out of the window, then opened the door.
"Um, you're not supposed to be here..."
"Sterilized cookie-gram!"
And I waved, and bounced back downstairs to the car, and we drove back home laughing our heads off.