Chocolate Gelée with Prune and
Like with this dessert, some things need to be reworked not because they’re necessarily bad to begin with but because the innocent, (or guilty) parties involved need protecting. As I’ve mentioned before, I like for people to tell me stories and will often just ask for whoever I’m with to tell me one. This has resulted in some blank stares but also some pretty interesting tales. I think I could write a book of other people’s stories with some of the gems I’ve received. The unfortunate part is that I’m not always at liberty to repeat what I’ve been told. I almost have to preface my stories with one of those warnings that names have been changed. I think in most cases I’d have to change more than just names or else some people would be getting into trouble. So although I’ve got lots of stories I’d like to tell, I really can’t. But I shouldn’t leave you without at least a bit of a story, right? Right. So there was this one time in Vegas… ah, I can’t tell you that, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Well what about a story that involves a group of people that liked to secretly get together… hmmm, I think there were rules to that one too, something along the lines of, the first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. All these rules are making it awfully hard for me to tell you stories.
How about one from my University days? Those are always fun. In first year of university, I lived in a dorm and, like many others, had a roommate. I was fortunate to be matched up with a wonderful roommate who I became best friends with. Not everyone was so lucky. Living in such close quarters with someone you don’t get along with can be a struggle. Over the course of a year, people can start to do some pretty weird things to help them cope with an awkward living situation. I witnessed a whole range of behaviours, ranging from people eating their roommate’s food and drinking their alcohol, (both of which were later denied) to hiding their belongings, (including important ones like alarm clocks and textbooks) to dressing up in their roommates skating outfits and taking pictures with friends. And then getting their friends to dress up in the outfits as well… This usually occurred after the roommate’s alcohol had been consumed. Somehow that person never found out.
Now it’s your turn: Tell me a story!