A Rocky Horror era tidbit: The worst peanut butter and jelly sandwich ever

After reading all of the great stories from Rich's blog about our shared days in Tacoma's Rocky Horror Picture Show cast, I felt it was finally time I contribute something. So of course it's going to be something that makes Rich look like a tit.

One weekend my parents were out of town. A perfect opportunity for late night shenanigans in a better location than one of the local Denny's. So I had some of the core group of the cast over for the evening. As I remember, we played a few rounds of the theatersports game "party guest" which ended up giving Gannon some great comedy to perform and another entry for the dyslexicon when he drew the description "afraid of shoes". But I digress. This was supposed to be about Rich.

Let's see who all was there. Gannon, Rich & Katy (who were an item at the time), myself...and beyond that I can't seem to remember...but that's all the people who pop up in the important part of all this. The part where Rich looks like a great tit (He's my best friend, dontcha know. And wonderfully patient with my need to embarrass him. Don't worry he's got plenty other stuff he can slam me with on his blog). Wait a minute; was this during my brief period with Jeni (who would later be known as Gyeni)? Oh nevermind. Back to the important stuff.

The sleeping arrangements. I was upstairs in my bedroom, Gannon was downstairs in my parent’s bedroom, and Rich & Katy were on the hideabed in the living room. Why the couple ended up stuck with the least private place to sleep is beyond me. Probably me being worried about what sorts of things they would get up to in my parents bed that could end up leaving evidence and get me in trouble with the parental units.

I have no idea what went on in the evening. In fact, I wasn't present for most of the rest of the story. Rich relayed this whole thing to me of his own free will. I think he secretly likes looking like a tit. Anyways, he and Katy woke up the next morning and were getting quite amorous...probably on the way to scoring a home run, when Gannon poked his head out of the bedroom. He poked a little fun at them and then politely went back to the bedroom. But the mood had been sufficiently killed, so they decided that some food was in order. Rich took to the kitchen and proceeded to make Katy a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

He served this sandwich to Katy, who dove into it appreciatively. But something seemed a little odd. She took another bite. There was definitely something wrong. Her mouth was on fire. A three alarm tongue scorcher. Rich scrambled to get her water to extinguish the damage done by the sandwich. In all of the commotion, I finally come into the story to deliver the punchline. After getting all the details, I discovered that Rich had picked up an unlabeled jar of jelly from the fridge. My father's homemade jalapeño pepper jelly. I just about peed myself I laughed so hard. Rich didn't think it was so funny. He wanted to know why in the hell someone would keep a jar of mouth melting jelly in the fridge without having the common decency to label it. Knowing my Dad better now, I'd say it was on purpose...he's a mischievous old coot.

Oddly enough, it was shortly after this that Katy made the jump from big loveable loudmouthed geek #1 to big loveable loudmouthed geek #2. Rich insists that the peanut butter and jalapeño jelly sandwich directly contributed to the transition. Personally, I'd hate to think that such an innocent mistake was what led us to that fun little triangle. But I guess worse things have started over less.