Table-eating may be one of my favorite roommate experiences at college. Generally speaking, we eat in the dorm room, on our beds or on the floor. Tables are a hot commodity. Therefore, when we get to dine at a table, it’s kind of a big deal. While the novelty has worn off a little bit, the camaraderie Crawford 202 has around the dinner table just might be unparalleled.
Tonight we went to our little Italian restaurant across the way, Bertucci’s. We had a blast. The fun started with Ellen seemingly not knowing what salad was. That’s when Anne got belligerent. In a mostly joking way. I mean, come on, who doesn’t know what salad is? Ellen! The conversation flowed normally during most of the meal – well, normal by Crawford 202 standards, until we brought up Anne’s favorite subject – Pie.
The girl loves pie. It can be exemplified by this snippet of our dinner conversation:
Me: Anne, when we’re over the hill and retired from our respectively awesome jobs, can we-
Anne: What do you mean retired? I’m never going to retire. I’m just going to keep working until I keel over into a pie.
Me: Right, well – how do you feel about Chicago? Okay, well, pick a city.
Anne: San Antonio.
Me: No, pick a cool city. I don’t want to live in San Antonio. How about London? What do you think of London, or Edinburgh?
Anne: London’s okay. Or Vancouver! London is fine. Or Edinburgh. How about Oslo?
Me: Okay, fine. Oslo. Wait. Norway? Really? Fine whatever. We’ll have a chain. How do you feel about having, you know, once we’re retired from our awesomely respective jobs, we’ll get a flat, like over a storefront – if we have families I don’t know where they’ll live…
Anne: We’ll bump off the husbands.
Me: I don’t want to bump off my – oh, whatever. Fine, so we’ll live in a flat over a storefront and have a half bookstore – half pie shop. How do you feel about that?
Anne: I love it. And we can call it “Books and Pies!”
Me: Wow, okay, we’ll work on the naming thing. I thought you were going to have something really creative and awesome. But that was terrible. I mean, I expected something like “Spines & Crusts.” That’s very descriptive of very important parts of both of those things, but sound disgusting together… But the store will be great!
It was thusly decided how we would retire. I kind of can’t wait. I’m not fond of pie at all, but maybe I can convince her to sell other sorts of baked goods. As long as cheese of any sort isn’t involved, I’m sure I can sell her on the idea. I even suggested that we sell beverages, like milk, be sold in two sizes: pint and half pint. The latter of which would, of course, be called the Anne Schwartz.