I'm bad at ladies-only parties.
I like weird things...
Like how Justin Bieber dances (able-bodied envy, I'm sure), and how pop music has a lot of horns in it now. (Now there's one thing pop music has on the 90's.)
I also like when things come together in life. In general, life seems to lack those epic culminations of awesomeness that seemed to happen so frequently in my youth.
When I was a kid, I went to the sleepover of my dad's friend's kid who I didn't know or like very much, but was forced to hang out with because my parents were divorced, and friends from where I lived with my mom were out of bounds when I was staying with Dad.
Anyway, it was a total disaster. I didn't have a sleeping bag or a toothbrush, so my dad went out and bought some, and brought them back. Then we had to play stupid games all night, like reciting a nursery rhyme that we knew. Ofcourse, I was last, so all the nursery rhymes I could remember had been taken. I decided to recite one from an antique nursery rhyme book my grandmother had given my mom when we were little:
"Baby, baby
Please don't cry
Or I'll put a needle
In your eye."
I was never invited back.
I wish I still had the courage to be that awesome on a regular basis.
Like how Justin Bieber dances (able-bodied envy, I'm sure), and how pop music has a lot of horns in it now. (Now there's one thing pop music has on the 90's.)
I also like when things come together in life. In general, life seems to lack those epic culminations of awesomeness that seemed to happen so frequently in my youth.
When I was a kid, I went to the sleepover of my dad's friend's kid who I didn't know or like very much, but was forced to hang out with because my parents were divorced, and friends from where I lived with my mom were out of bounds when I was staying with Dad.
Anyway, it was a total disaster. I didn't have a sleeping bag or a toothbrush, so my dad went out and bought some, and brought them back. Then we had to play stupid games all night, like reciting a nursery rhyme that we knew. Ofcourse, I was last, so all the nursery rhymes I could remember had been taken. I decided to recite one from an antique nursery rhyme book my grandmother had given my mom when we were little:
"Baby, baby
Please don't cry
Or I'll put a needle
In your eye."
I was never invited back.
I wish I still had the courage to be that awesome on a regular basis.