Debbie Does Desserts

I'm relaxing in a quaint little bakery/coffee shop in between classes in Holten, KS called Debbie Does Desserts. Not only does Debbie Do Dallas, apparently she makes a mean pecan pie, as well. Who know. That would put a different twist on the movie. Clearly, I am an outsider because every time a new customer walks in they peak their head around to see who the new girl is sipping a coffee typing on her computer. I feel just like Reese Whitherspoon in Sweet Home Alabama, I can just tell everyone is talking about me. I think I might put on my sunglasses just so I'm not so noticeable. Luckily, Debbie is a real sweetheart because I found myself in a pickle when it came time to pay for my latte and I only had plastic (I'm such a city girl) and they only take cash or check. They're allowing me to send them a check in the mail when I get home. This is the school I was at last week where they treated me like a celeb, so I'm assuming the whole town must have heard about me from their children. Typical. The school even asked me to stay and present a special presentation to just the seniors because they thought I was so cool. So I set up in the cafeteria during advisory and waited for the mass amounts of seniors to come check out the chef from the city. And waited. And about five minutes later I was still standing alone in front of my screen with no watchers. No biggy. I wasn't ashamed. Luckily, a few guys stumbled along just as I was about to leave. But then I quickly figured out they weren't actually interested in culinary school at all. All they wanted to do was ask me about partying.

"So like did you party in college?"

"You can tell us the truth."

"You did, huh?"

The cool girl inside me wanted to bust out some great college stories. But the realistic person knew this would be the dumbest idea ever. So I responded very maturely with,

"No, I didn't. I loved my classes and took my studies very seriously. College is really about learning, I didn't want to waste my time dabbling in those other immature areas. It just wasn't for me."

And then the boys left. But not before they asked me if they would be cooking with alcohol in culinary school. Stupid teenagers. When will they realize college isn't all about drinking.

On another note I could go for a home game right about now to do some good old fashioned college drinking. I took my break from Lincoln, we worked things out after a brief separation and I think we're ready to get after it again. We just needed some time a part is all. Lincoln just needed some time to realize it can't take advantage of me so much and just use me like an insecure freshman girl. We can have fun together with out making a scene or getting ridiculous. So now that that's settled I think perhaps we should consider moving the K State game to Lincoln next week. Nobody really wants to go to Manhattan, anyway. I mean who wants to go to a town that is so lame they couldn't even come up with an original name, they had to just copy the name of an already established city. Exactly. It's gross there. It's such a shady place that they couldn't even afford to have the game on a Saturday like normal college teams because that would take all of the towns people away from their jobs on the busiest day of the week at Wal Mart/AlCo. But that being said, Chris and I might still go to the game given it is a pretty short drive from Peker. So if anyone wants to join, we gots a real fancy place you can crash at. Although I should warn you, the wall in the guest bedroom faces the neighbors who seem to constantly get into domestic disputes, so you just gotta learn to tune them out. After a few screams and loud thumps it will eventually stop. They never let it get too out of hand.