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July 29, 2007
Best Damn $2 I Ever Spent
The other weekend when we were down at Kristin's farm (that tiny photo above does no justice to its beauty) with Renu and Jon, we took a little field trip into "town" to check out the yard sale situation. Stoop sales here in Brooklyn just don't give me the same kind of thrill as a real middle-of-nowhere yard sale. We only came across one, but it was so worth the drive, for it was at that yard sale that I found this pair of rare collectibles:
At first, I thought of buying them for Vince's birthday but then I changed my mind and decided I'd keep them for myself. I approached the seller, a mulleted man in his forties wearing a neon green T-shirt and a fanny pack overflowing with dollars. He looked like he had been the model (or at least the inspiration) for the artwork on the left glass. I asked him how much he wanted. "A dollar a piece and well worth it," he said. And then he added, "I used to have a whole set back in the 80s." Yeah, not really so surprising.
He got up from his lawn chair and wrapped each glass lovingly in paper, and when he handed them to me his hairy knuckles brushed against my hands. I really had to tug on the glasses before he relinquished them. "You'll sure enjoy these" he assured me. Then he winked. "Thanks," I responded and slowly backed away, trying to subtly motion to everyone that we best get back in the car.
We hightailed it out of there to this crab shack where you can get the best crabs in the county (which is probably not saying much seeing as we were in land-locked farmland Pennsylvania but it was explained that they get their crabs straight from Maryland. Well, it seemed to make sense at the time. It's serious business eating crabs. The no-nonsense waitress comes by, drapes the table with newspaper, dumps a pile of crusty crabs in the center and hands each person a knife and a wooden mallet. Here's the gang getting ready:
Four sweaty hours later, we were full of crab meat and the associated guilt. Come on, take a look at this crab. How can you eat a creature with a face like this?
Answer: just don't look it in the eyes as you yank out its lungs and scoop out its mustardy guts.
So, ok, fast forward to this morning. I was washing a sink full of dishes when I remembered my funny drinking glasses. They hadn't been washed yet. They were dirty. So very dirty. I got them out and soaped them up real good (oh yeah) and then...then their etched-on underwear magically fell...off.
Rafe's in Vegas this weekend for a friend's bachelor party (is it possible to have a bachelor party somewhere else besides Vegas? I guess not) so, hey, I'm taking what I can get.
These glasses totally remind of a Teeny Little Super Guy. Remember him, from Sesame Street? That gravely voiced old dude on the glass who had all sorts of adventures in the kitchen after everyone went to bed? Here's a YouTube clip to jog your memory. My imagination is running wild as I think about what these guys do when the lights are out. Excuse me, I need to excuse myself.
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July 21, 2007
Oooh...vacation photos!
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