Music, Coffe, Food, Drinks, Names, and Bugs.
It has taken over a year.
For over a year I have been trying to figure out the name of my car. However, nothing spoke to me. I just told myself, the Beetle will reveal its name, when the time comes.
The time came.
I went out last Sunday with Felicia to see Rory play at Three Friends Coffee House. Small place, set up somewhat like a living room. Nice place, and a great coffee House. The coffee was excellent. Rory put on a great show as usual, and had numerous fans in attendance. I actually saw a young woman nearly reduced to tears. It was good coffee and fabulous music that evening. Later on that night Felicia and I helped Betsy and Rory take Rory's piano back to his apartment. After hauling it upstairs, we decided to go out for food and drinks. We ended up at this little place called Holman's in South East Portland. The onion rings rock and the drinks are good. The only draw back is you end up leaving smelling of fried food. The smell of boiling vegetable oil and burnt batter permeate the whole of Holman's. But all of this is beside the point.
The Beetle revealed its name.
On our way to Holman's, Betsy and Rory asked if I could drive. I certainly don't mind driving, and I don't mind being a designated driver as I don't drink much, and it does not bother me to not drink. Besides, often times if you say, "hey I'm the DD", bars will give you the coke for free. I'm all about the free. So we all piled into the Beetle. It was a clown car escapade for sure. While the front of those cute little cars are surprisingly roomy and comfy, the back seats are small and cramped. As I have never traveled in the back seat of my car, I can only imagine the intense feeling of claustrophobia that must manifest itself in ones core. But what do I care, I was in the front. Once snugly inside, Betsy had remarked that it smelled like crayons in my Bug. Which it does, and that is a comment I have grown accustomed to hearing. Everyone says this about my car. I think it's the leather that VW uses. I am not too sure, but cleaning, air cleansers, Glade, nature, nothing and I mean nothing will remove the multi-colored smell from the Beetle's interior.
So off we went. "Let's Motor People".
Holman's was great, the onion rings rocked, and we ended the night around 1:30 or 2ish. Felicia and I drove Rory and Betsy back to Rory's Apartment. We said our goodbyes, and Felicia and I went home.
My Kingdom for a name.
The next morning, I got up, made my coffee, the life blood of the Pacific Northwest, and sat down at the computer to do some job hunting. STILL! While looking over Monster.com and absently mindedly thinking over the previous night it hit me. Everyone thinks my car smells like crayons. I think my car smells like crayons. My car does smell like crayons. Then in a flash, my Beetles name was revealed to me. CRAYOLA. My year long mystery has been solved. The Blue Bug is now the beetle known as Crayola. It was a glorious day.
-@
For over a year I have been trying to figure out the name of my car. However, nothing spoke to me. I just told myself, the Beetle will reveal its name, when the time comes.
The time came.
I went out last Sunday with Felicia to see Rory play at Three Friends Coffee House. Small place, set up somewhat like a living room. Nice place, and a great coffee House. The coffee was excellent. Rory put on a great show as usual, and had numerous fans in attendance. I actually saw a young woman nearly reduced to tears. It was good coffee and fabulous music that evening. Later on that night Felicia and I helped Betsy and Rory take Rory's piano back to his apartment. After hauling it upstairs, we decided to go out for food and drinks. We ended up at this little place called Holman's in South East Portland. The onion rings rock and the drinks are good. The only draw back is you end up leaving smelling of fried food. The smell of boiling vegetable oil and burnt batter permeate the whole of Holman's. But all of this is beside the point.
The Beetle revealed its name.
On our way to Holman's, Betsy and Rory asked if I could drive. I certainly don't mind driving, and I don't mind being a designated driver as I don't drink much, and it does not bother me to not drink. Besides, often times if you say, "hey I'm the DD", bars will give you the coke for free. I'm all about the free. So we all piled into the Beetle. It was a clown car escapade for sure. While the front of those cute little cars are surprisingly roomy and comfy, the back seats are small and cramped. As I have never traveled in the back seat of my car, I can only imagine the intense feeling of claustrophobia that must manifest itself in ones core. But what do I care, I was in the front. Once snugly inside, Betsy had remarked that it smelled like crayons in my Bug. Which it does, and that is a comment I have grown accustomed to hearing. Everyone says this about my car. I think it's the leather that VW uses. I am not too sure, but cleaning, air cleansers, Glade, nature, nothing and I mean nothing will remove the multi-colored smell from the Beetle's interior.
So off we went. "Let's Motor People".
Holman's was great, the onion rings rocked, and we ended the night around 1:30 or 2ish. Felicia and I drove Rory and Betsy back to Rory's Apartment. We said our goodbyes, and Felicia and I went home.
My Kingdom for a name.
The next morning, I got up, made my coffee, the life blood of the Pacific Northwest, and sat down at the computer to do some job hunting. STILL! While looking over Monster.com and absently mindedly thinking over the previous night it hit me. Everyone thinks my car smells like crayons. I think my car smells like crayons. My car does smell like crayons. Then in a flash, my Beetles name was revealed to me. CRAYOLA. My year long mystery has been solved. The Blue Bug is now the beetle known as Crayola. It was a glorious day.
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