Joe, the Louis

Saturday, December 31, 2005

[10:09am] The last day of another year, and Collette and OLeif spent the morning sleeping in till nine-thirty, of which was almost unheard. Collette justified it by saying that they were preparing for the all-nighter youth gathering that night, beginning at 7:30 at the Saint’s new house off Westwood near Motherhead. She would bring the meatballs in raspberry salsa and two packages of toothpicks, along with a book for reading when the hours became long. She wondered how big the crowd would actually become as midnight drew near.

And mentionable that day was Joe Martin Snicketts… otherwise known as Louis – for he reminded everyone of Louis Stevens on the “Even Stevens” show – a near perfect match. And yet he would have serious conversations as well. To quote Shia (the fella who played Louis Stevens, and was just like him in real life, apparently), speaking of his fellow actor who plays “Beans:”

“Me and Beansy had many deep conversations. Many talks… about religion and, uh, you know… political powers, and what he thought about, uh, you know… mayonnaise… We just had… we would talk, uh, for hours about deep, deep conversations.”

Mentionable Joe was that day, for Collette was not pleased that he was accompanying Wally and Curly (for the afternoon and evening and most likely into the night), who were plotting a TP session – no doubt a bona fide Wilbur idea.

Meanwhile, there were blueberry French toast sticks with syrup for brunch while OLeif and Collette completely relaxed and watched “Elizabeth,” while OLeif tinkered on Mr. South’s banjo. Such a casual morning had not been spent in their apartment almost since they had been married.

And so the countdown had begun to midnight, and the last thing in the world which Collette wanted to do, was spend New Years at a youth function whose members would most likely be screaming and giggling and shooting off fireworks and yelling and chip-munching till three o’clock in the morning… But what was there to be done, after all? She was a chaperon. And at least the kids enjoyed being around each other.

So yet another golden year slipped along in the pilgrimage to the City of Celestial-fullness. Soli Deo Gloria!