Paul and Donald are my mom’s friends. Paul is an out of work loan officer and Donald is a hairdresser. They invited us over to their house for dinner, which would be a crown roast, mashed potatoes, mushrooms, and asparagus, followed by blueberry rhubarb pie and coffee for dessert.
Meet Marcel the Shell. He’s on Youtube. My dad made a replica of Marcel for Donald for Christmas since Donald likes him so much. You should have seen the look on Donald’s face when he opened the box.
Here’s the look on Donald’s face.
While dinner was cooking I gave myself a tour of the living room and kitchen. That is one sexy jar. Japanese if I’m not mistaken.
There’s all kinds of awesome artwork and artifacts everywhere.
These are authentic pre-Columbian statues from Mexico. Paul’s friend brought a truckload of them back from Mexico City in the ’60s after they were discovered during construction of the Metro de la Ciudad de México.
The roast was almost done. I’d never had a crown roast before, but it sure smelled good.
Donald brought out an antique Eastman Kodak A-127. These were in production from 1915 to 1926 and were the camera of choice for soldiers fighting in World War I. Pretty cool thing to have laying around the house.
All right, it was finally time to eat. Paul filled everyone’s glasses.
He didn’t think I’d use this photo in the story, so here it is!
I’m a firm adherent to the Jim Liaw School of Food Photography. There’s no time to take a photo of a full plate. Only once you have eaten the food is there time to take a photo. By the way, it was delicious!
Paul and Donald hadn’t read Life Blasters before, so I had them check out my Olympic Peninsula story. They liked it.
The pie was delicious as well. Things were happy and cheerful, and then Paul declared “You should go blast Donald’s laboratory!” “Wonderful idea,” Donald agreed, “The Bride of Frankenstein is down there but I’m not done with the reanimation machine yet.” Uhhh…what??
We all descended to the dark, dreary, and dungeon-like lower floor of the house, where Donald had his mad scientist laboratory. And there she was, the bride of Frankenstein, reanimation machine present but incomplete. Lucky us.
Oh and a mummy right next to her. How convenient!
The old photographs on the wall reminded me of Doc Brown’s house before the fire. This room is actually where Donald frames his photography and builds models of 1950s science fiction vessels.
Donald threatened to shine a spotlight on us, but it was actually an old salon-style hair dryer. Whew!
He also wanted to show off his Don’t Ask Don’t Tell dolls.
And his merman, of which he was particularly proud.
Oh no, I’ve been blasted by a late ’70s home movie camera!
The lab was full of all kinds of cool stuff. How many people do you know who have both a bottle of Pocari Sweat and a Baby Brownie??
Blasted again!
.:Bohan
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