Saturday, February 25, 2006

2, no 6, no 12 - baker's dozen

Why does February always sneak up on me as one of the busiest months of the year? It seems so odd. I realized yesterday I haven't posted in a week. Lame.

I just finished eating a single chocolate iced glazed Krispy Kreme donut, and it was the best thing that's happened to me all day. As I pulled out of the KK parking lot and drove toward home, donut in hand, I started getting nostalgic for a number of pivotal moments in my life that have revolved around donuts (I know this is weird, just stick with me for a minute). From the time I was about 3 until I was 5 or so, my dad used to take me to school on Tuesdays - his day off. Before school, we would go downtown to this bakery called Waites for breakfast, where I would have two chocolate glazed donuts and a glass of milk. The same two waitresses - Bernadette and Thadine - waited on us every week. And every week, when we would take some donuts home to my mom and my baby sister, they would put in one extra donut for free and not tell the grouchy lady at the checkout register. They even threw me a birthday party once in the back room of Waites (I think I was four) and gave me a red toy race car.

There are other moments worth remembering: one of the best little league baseball games I can remember was one Saturday morning in 2nd grade when our coach brought us glazed donuts and orange juice; my high school friends and I downed half a dozen each one night cruising around town; I went to Krispy Kreme on September 12, 2001; I kissed someone in the Krispy Kreme parking lot once; I had a donut for dinner before the Coldplay concert last fall; and today I cashed in my "free donut" valentine.



Anonymous said...

That was a good kiss, by the way. ;)

LeslieEdwards said...

Wow. Hi five (NOT the HIV) for a great blog. Who knew that Krispy Kreme doughnuts could be so powerful? Well, besides me. Do you ever miss the 'Ham? I mean, I know you don't, but still... I don't miss B'ham NOW, I mis B'ham like, eighteen years ago when "city lights" were still an enigma and the sixth grade play was THE event of the year. And I still love the stories about you and Dad going to Waites... it reminds me of Pop going to coffee every morning. I can't believe you remember the names of the waitresses. Why don't you live down the street from me so that we could hang out and drink wine and reminisce like old people whenever we wanted?
Yeah. Good blog. Hi five.