Three Years!!!

Happy anniversary to us (yesterday). We went out and enjoyed a delicious dinner at Rue Cler in the strangely desolate downtown Durham. The weird thing was that while there was nary a soul walking about on the streets, looking into the windows revealed that the patronage inside the shops and restaurants was quite lively! How did all those people get in there, if they're so afraid of the streets? They may have been holograms, but we resisted the urge to poke at them with our cutlery.

But before dinner we were people on a mission. It came in the form of an electronic communique, but instead of IT self-destructing in ten seconds, *I* (Sameer) self-destructed in ten seconds. For, it was a note from DHL saying that the present I had arranged to have delivered to Whitney at work - at 2 CHAPEL Drive - had instead gone to 2 CHIPLEY Court. Chipley? What the $#@!?

DHL guy 1: "Hey Earl, this here package says, it supposed-ta goto Duke Divinity School on 2 Chapel Drive... Where in tarnation is that? What the sam hill is a s-c-h-o-ol?"

DHL guy 2: "Heck if I know, Clive - let's just drop it off at this here place - it's in a different zipcode at a house steaduva school, but Chapel sounds kinda like Chipley, don't it? *Guffaw*"

Anyway, after unclenching my fist and looking around to check if anyone at divinity school could see the blackness of my heart at that particular moment, I broke the news to Whitney that I sent her something that she wasn't going to get. But oh yes she was. We decided to drive to the residence, which was in a rough part of town in a low income neighborhood in East Durham. We drove twenty minutes out of the way to the other end of town.

We drove through the neighborhood really slowly - I slid the seat back, flossed the wheel and tried to play it cool, bobbing my head in a hip-hop sort of way and looking tough, even though there wasn't any music playing in the car. As we rolled up on the house, we saw our package neatly laying against the front door of 2 CHIPLEY court. We got out of the car, and walked up to the door like we was just chillin' - but then we grabbed it from the doorstep and hustled back toward the car as some high school boys came up the street looking at us like, "Uh-uh, No you DID-NT!" But yes we did. We drove it home and got out the scissors and opened the box. And this is what was inside. Isn't it lovely?