*hums the Avenue Q song*

May 21, 2005 21:51

Ohmigoodness!  Mac/Sophmore, your party was SO fun!

Pictures!

Highlights of the afternoon/evening:
  • feeling awkward at the beginning, but then feeling like the best of buddies with everyone afterwards
  • trying to eat with bright red lipstick on
  • spilling chocolate on my sleeve and licking it off (all caught on videotape), then realizing that I had a giant smear of chocolate down the front of my shirt
  • videotaping EVERYTHING
  • seeing a good picture of me, for once
  • getting my neck sticky from the candy necklace
  • dressing up as Mary Magdalene and "having a vision"
  • dressing up as a Gilligan's Island person
  • watching Hannah dress up in a toga and taking pictures of her with the grapes
  • watching Mac dress up like a hooker and "getting flashed"
  • talking about Star Wars and eating food
  • doing our hair
  • the fan that wouldn't blow our hair around
  • dressing up like a detective and secretly giggling at the fact that I looked like Dick Datchery
  • doing the whole "naughty doctor murders random person who actually gets saved by the Angel of Death, all seen by a random person who tells it to a random detective" thing
  • running into the street and taking a picture of people running away from a car
  • the hat with the giant feather
  • the lady outside that wanted us to open the door for her
  • Mac's cat pouncing the feather boa and our feet
  • talking about holding a fake audition for the next Harry Potter movie
  • Bridget wearing the black wig
  • Ashley saying, "Sorry to whoever's butt I'm touching" while we were taking the birthday hat picture
  • not feeling ignored through the whole party like I was afraid was going to happen
And, just for my lovelies, a sonnet I wrote.


"TSRIRP"

My teacher said sonnets are about love,
So here it is, then, my dear Pie-Faces.
I treasure you more than stars up above,
And know I will come with ten suitcases.
With chickens and sogs, I'll travel to you,
While dynamite, too, will add to the mess.
Acid that burns like hot sauce will come, too.
The crack of a whip will tackle the stress.
I'll pack some dentures and a diary,
And extra shirt and padded roofing tiles,
As well as courage for captured young Spee.
I'll make sure to bring oranges and smiles,
And last, but not least, I must not forget
A brand-new red cape for our mommy Let.

I'm currently working on "For the Love of a Rubber Chicken" and "Ode to a Jedi."  I need another idea for a random sonnet before I have to start doing the imitate-another-poem thing again.  Any suggestions?

birthdays, poetry, parties, dressing up, writing

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