Bijoux Week (4 of 5)

Before I get to today's installment of Bijoux Week, I have a story I'd like to share about last night. Every wednesday this semester Landon, Alex, Brandon, and I have met for $0.35 wing night at Scognoli's Cajun Barbie-Que, give or take a few people. Last night Landon and I declared to be Couples Wing Night, so we all brought our girlfriends. Christy and I get there, and we actually had a party of fifteen or so (the biggest yet). Landon walks up to me and tells me that our waiter for the entire semester, Aaron, just told him that Scagnoli's is closing on Saturday; this would be the last wing night for us. I was devastated, to put it lightly. But there's little utility in crying over such a thing, so we sat down and had a mighty portion of the best wings in Lafayette--seriously, there are no wings that could ever compare to these.


A month or so ago I jokingly made a coupon in my room on a post-it note, because once a month I get a glass of Dr. L Reisling wine with my wings. I brought it to wing night that night and showed it to Landon, but I decided not to use it at that time. Well, since this was going to be the last Wing Night, I opted to go for it. The pic is to the right. So, I ordered my wings and then handed Aaron the coupon. He laughed, then walked back to the kitchen. Maybe I had gotten away with it, and maybe I hadn't.

After he brought out the glass of wine, everyone just looked at me like there's no way that you got away with it, no way. I was confident that I had, but only time would tell. We laughed and talked about our days while enjoying some hearty wings. We all waited until the checks were brought out... and sure enough there was no glass of wine on my bill. It worked! Now for the sake of my readers, I did "pay" for the glass of wine: I gave Aaron a large tip, it was his last Wing Night with us. But the moral of the story is be creative, and see what happens.

Bijoux Week now resumes with ring number three:


This is a ring that I got from my grandfather after he passed away. I found out that I was the recipient of one of his many rings, and my mom picked one out for me while I was at school. It reminds me of all the times that I was over at their house when I was growing up. He would take me to the Indianapolis Zoo on saturdays and we would go to movies. We played checkers a lot. Whenever I misbehaved he told me he was going to "cut off my peep and feed it to the birds," haha. Towards the end of his life it became difficult for him to recognize me or my dad at times when we would visit him in the nursing home. He was an auctioneer, and one time he even came to my youth group and auctioned some things off. I'll never forget what he sounded like during his auctions.

At some point it reminds me of how great grandparents are. And at others, it has been a very real example of how degenerative life can be, and weathering--especially on the mind. It makes me yearn for Heaven even more.

So we're almost done with Bijoux Week, here's the synopsis so far: