update on my life
So I had a crazy dream last night. Must mention it.
Bid Night 2007- at my house?!?! So I got out the crepe paper, streamers, noisemakers, etc. I thought I'd spruce up the basement with some FUN wildlife. So I found a rabbit (who got lost in the refrigerator but don't worry he came out just fine), a skunk, TONS of mice, and a "friendly" raccoon who eventually bit my dog and had to bounce. Anyway, I thought the new members would LOVE this. Our bid night shirts were the green pike shirts and at the end of the night most of the girls asked me if they could get into another house by talking to them some more.
Then it turns into most of my friends from home, and everyone is soooooo drunk and there's beer cans everywhere and people are throwing up left and right but having a grand old time. At this time we're outside and I step in dog poop so Michael's friend Mike spins me around and drenches me in a hose, and it's a spectacle for all, and Leah is drunk and my dad is yelling that I have to drive EVERYONE home. So I decide to take them back to New Jersey (?) when Christina and Ali come banging on my door in bikinis (now it's raining and freezing) so I have to take them home too. Yet the only way to New Jersey is on one of those cable cars, except it's one person at a time and you're strapped in at your shoulders with your legs dangling and someone has to flick you...into New Jersey.
Then I was somewhere where I had to pump gas and instead of a normal experience, I had to take the gas gun and shoot it into the car's hole like a carnival game. Gas was everywhere. Then I woke up.
In real life, I was at Home Goods today with my mama, and "she" was there- you know, the typical obnoxious overreacting old woman with an attitude and HOURS on her hands. One thing goes wrong, she's yelling and threatening to call the manager and using lines like "I've NEVER been treated this way" and "Go ahead, ignore me, I have ALL DAY to stand here until I get some service!" You've seen them, you know what I'm talking about.
So this woman wanted to buy some decorative masks. Kind of like the theatrical symbols, but happy and harlequin-esque with gold and blue feathers and a stick to hold it up to your face. She was fighting with the exhasperated saleslady who was arguing something of the sort that it had no price tag so she couldn't buy it, and the old lady retorted "THIS IS A WORK OF ART! WHO WOULD PUT A TAG ON A WORK OF ART!"
Oh Jesus. That's where I died.
The employee couldn't find it registered in the system and thus refused to sell it to her, driving the woman crazy. So I muttered to my mother, "That's what you get for buying something so ugly" and I was HEARD. Lord of lords.
And if you're still reading, and you know who Michael Kors is, you will also agree that I am the luckiest girl in the world for getting gold, round-toe, stacked Kors high heels soooo cheap today. One pair. MINE. Bwahaha I love shoes.
Bid Night 2007- at my house?!?! So I got out the crepe paper, streamers, noisemakers, etc. I thought I'd spruce up the basement with some FUN wildlife. So I found a rabbit (who got lost in the refrigerator but don't worry he came out just fine), a skunk, TONS of mice, and a "friendly" raccoon who eventually bit my dog and had to bounce. Anyway, I thought the new members would LOVE this. Our bid night shirts were the green pike shirts and at the end of the night most of the girls asked me if they could get into another house by talking to them some more.
Then it turns into most of my friends from home, and everyone is soooooo drunk and there's beer cans everywhere and people are throwing up left and right but having a grand old time. At this time we're outside and I step in dog poop so Michael's friend Mike spins me around and drenches me in a hose, and it's a spectacle for all, and Leah is drunk and my dad is yelling that I have to drive EVERYONE home. So I decide to take them back to New Jersey (?) when Christina and Ali come banging on my door in bikinis (now it's raining and freezing) so I have to take them home too. Yet the only way to New Jersey is on one of those cable cars, except it's one person at a time and you're strapped in at your shoulders with your legs dangling and someone has to flick you...into New Jersey.
Then I was somewhere where I had to pump gas and instead of a normal experience, I had to take the gas gun and shoot it into the car's hole like a carnival game. Gas was everywhere. Then I woke up.
In real life, I was at Home Goods today with my mama, and "she" was there- you know, the typical obnoxious overreacting old woman with an attitude and HOURS on her hands. One thing goes wrong, she's yelling and threatening to call the manager and using lines like "I've NEVER been treated this way" and "Go ahead, ignore me, I have ALL DAY to stand here until I get some service!" You've seen them, you know what I'm talking about.
So this woman wanted to buy some decorative masks. Kind of like the theatrical symbols, but happy and harlequin-esque with gold and blue feathers and a stick to hold it up to your face. She was fighting with the exhasperated saleslady who was arguing something of the sort that it had no price tag so she couldn't buy it, and the old lady retorted "THIS IS A WORK OF ART! WHO WOULD PUT A TAG ON A WORK OF ART!"
Oh Jesus. That's where I died.
The employee couldn't find it registered in the system and thus refused to sell it to her, driving the woman crazy. So I muttered to my mother, "That's what you get for buying something so ugly" and I was HEARD. Lord of lords.
And if you're still reading, and you know who Michael Kors is, you will also agree that I am the luckiest girl in the world for getting gold, round-toe, stacked Kors high heels soooo cheap today. One pair. MINE. Bwahaha I love shoes.