why do I always have to make a face?
The problem with throwing a party and having dozens of your favorite people show up is that you don’t get to talk to anyone for more than five minutes. Saturday night I hosted ScorpioFest 2003, a co-birthday party for Samantha, Jenny, Catherine and, also, me. At the risk of having this post deteriorate even further into 15-year old girl territory, I will just say this:
I have the kewlest friends!!!! You guys are AWESUM!!!!!! :” :” :”
I will remember the party fondly while I am spending tomorrow night, my actual birthday, in a homeowners’ association board meeting. I’m not sure it gets more 38 than that.
The party was trans-oceanic, with Adda and Andri joining via web cam and IM. Owing to wireless network annoyances “plus the fact that it was 4:00 a.m. in Iceland” the conversation went basically like this:
hey
hye
who is this?
are you there?
Taavi’s feet smell like corn chips.
camera locked up again.
… followed by a discussion of a papier mache marital aid that has no place in a family blog. Plus, Adda kept arching her back and saying we could private for 20 credits.
Jesse and Rebecky brought me a pair of badass shades to go with my badass new jacket. “I’ve been calling it Jacket, but I should probably call it Mr. Jacket, or “sir.” I’m not sure I’m man enough for it. I think it’s sneaking out at night to stick up convenience stores.” The sunglasses kind of took me over, like the thing in that thing where the thing takes over that guy. “”No, Sunglasses! I don’t want any more vodka! “Shut up and drink or I will concentrate UV rays into your corneas”” I’ve posted photos from my Sunglasses Period in the gallery.
There’s lots of cheese left over. I had half a wheel of Brie for lunch. Spencer, for some reason, brought an enormous bag with four apples in it, and it’s still here. It’s kind of surreal, or even Surrealist. “Bag With Four Apples will remain on exhibit at the Plooble corporate gallery through the month of November.