When You Turn 23, You Get Rickrolled and A Giant Manatee
[Warning: THERE IS NO BIRTHDAY FOOD IN THIS ENTRY. That will come later. Maybe October at the rate I'm going. On the bright side, I'm 2/3rds of the way done with a real entry about food. That should appear soon.]
Last Wednesday was my 23rd birthday. It was pretty much like any other work day, aside from the breakfast at Shopsins Ed invited me to and the pile of apple cider doughnuts Erin bestowed upon me (people like feeding me; I can't refuse!). One moment I'm taking photos of food by the window of the Serious Eats office, the next I'm being whisked to the center of the room by a tall, male stranger wearing a tan trench coat.
And then he breaks into song. But not just any song.
WUT! Raphael took this photo. He's crazy like that.
"Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley. See, the trench coat isn't creepy; it's part of the authenticity of being Rickrolled. As my coworkers stared and laughed (and took photos...and maybe a video), a smile spread across my reddening face and stuck there for a few uncomfortable minutes until he went into the second verse, at which point the smile froze into something conveying both happiness and pure horror. "This song feels much longer than I thought it was..."
I was also repeating, "OMG WHAT IS GOING ON WHO SENT ME THIS?" over and over in my head.
And then I found out: it was from my Norwegian friends. Morten, Kåre, and Petter, the weegie trio that won't stop terrorizing the boppy even from across the Atlantic (my reasoning: Norway was boring that day). ;) Of course, I loved it. They threw me some red herrings that morning, but even if they hadn't I still would've though, "WTF IS GOING ONNN WUUUT." No one internally reacts to a Rickroll in an eloquent manner, do they?
Kåre and Morten during our stay in Bologna. Unfortunately, no Petter, who I have yet to meet!
I applaud Morten, Kåre, and Petter for their group effort. They are truly three very strange (in the harmless sense), funny, and caring people with too much Norwegian Krone to toss around.
But there's more.
The Giant Manatee
This is not the giant manatee; it's a photo my brother took for my birthday. Aw.
When you tell people that all you want for your birthday is a giant plush manatee, you don't actually expect them to get you a giant plush manatee. But then one crazy person—let's call her Lee Anne—actually thinks, "Hey, I will get Robyn a manatee; a four-foot long manatee!" And then she'll recruit people on the intarwubs to donate to the Giant Manatee pool and...
Another gem from Raphael! And yes, this is me and the manatee.
HOLY CRAP I HAVE A GIANT MANATEE I REALLY HAVE ONE! KIDS DON'T GIVE UP DREAMING COS SOMEDAY YOUR DREAMS MAY COME TRUE AS LONG AS THAT DREAM IS TO HAVE A GIANT PLUSH MANATEE! I CANNOT GUARANTEE THAT THE OTHER DREAMS WILL COME TRUE, ESPECIALLY IF THEY INVOLVE TIME TRAVEL.
BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE: IT HAS A SQUEAKY NUB! I DO NOT LIE!! I HAZ VISUAL EVIDENCE! I HAZ VIDEO!
Oh, so I didn't really tell you the story. This is how it goes:
Yesterday afternoon. I am sitting at my desk. Raphael comes over with a huge package
Raphael: You have a package.
Raphael: It's addressed to you.
Me: [Stares at label; yes, it is for me] Huh? ...Do you know what this is?
Me: [Confused, but excited. Reaches for scissors.]
Raphael: [Takes photos.]
Me: [Sees something fuzzy and gray pop out of the box.] AhhhhHHHHhHHHHH!! [Pulls out rest of gray fuzzy something.] AHHHHHH!!!!@#@!#!@#!@ [Head explodes. Face looks like this for the next five minutes: >_<]
Raphael: [Takes photos.]
Me, Lee Anne, and a giant chicken from our little trip to Sedona.
Lee Anne is handing over the names of ALL PARTIES INVOLVED...so thank you to anyone who took part in Manatee Pool 2008 (and anyone who would've wanted to, had you known about it). It was incredible, seeing that big fat manatee tail and flailing those huge nubs. Terrorizing my coworkers. I love it. I love it so much. And since I'll probably never have real children, I will cherish Giant Manatee forever.
So for my 23rd birthday, as far as non-food things go (because many people were involved in fooding things and they are not to be forgotten!), I got Rickrolled and became the proud mama of a giant plush manatee that could crush a baby. And even if you didn't send me a live Rickroll or bless me with giant plush toys, you still haz my luv.
This birthday is going down in history. Thank you for caring. :)
[Also, if you're wondering how I got the manatee home, I haven't yet. Because I don't know how to. I feel like a series of "Giant Manatee Rides the Subway" photos is in order.]