BEE WHY OH ZEE
BRING YOUR OWN 'ZZA.
I'm not even going to try to explain about Puffy Taco tonight. Dang, guys. Just dang.
Afterwards, we all (me, Ryan Garbes, good ol' Barn-dog Vossberg, their friend Chris, and Ryan's bass drum) crammed into Ryan's car to attend "afties" at Greg Eggebeen's. Ryan was excited to show me his bone folder, which is not a folio-type folder like you are thinking of, but rather a tool made of bone for use in creasing edges while making fancy boxes. This kid, he had sure made a fancy box, and boy was he proud. We went to Kum&Go and all bought half-gallons of orange juice and got to Greg's before Greg & Co. did apparently.
Oh, and on the way up the stairs to Greg's apartment, I found two orange pills. Later, I took one. I feel fine now. I'm not sure if it's post-dance-frenzy endorphin buzz or the melatonin I just took, but yeah. Fiiiiiiine. If you had orange pills that made you feel fine, would you lose them on the stairs? I bet not. I bet I took someone's allergy meds.
Anyhow, Greg's roommates created an incredibly tense and borderline surreal situation, so we bailed out early and the boys gave me a ride home, and I got a hug out of each of 'em. I took a good shower and had some pleasant internet interactions and I am generally feeling awesome. You hear me? I feel awesome. I love you all dearly and I hope you're sleeping sound and restful, as I intend to be soon.
One last thing: when I was introduced to Chris tonight, he recognized me as the raccoon costume girl - not because he had seen me, but because he had heard tell of me showing up to the bonfire at Will Kapp's Halloween party, third-world missionary-style, with seven hundred bags of McDonald's for seven hundred starving boys. Isn't it neat when your positive reputation precedes you? Seems like people are more hesitant these days to say nice things about others behinds their back than to talk shit, and it's a shame. I like hearing nice things about nice people, and I like hearing that other nice people have heard nice things about me. Everything, it is real nice. So! Alright, goodnight.
I'm not even going to try to explain about Puffy Taco tonight. Dang, guys. Just dang.
Afterwards, we all (me, Ryan Garbes, good ol' Barn-dog Vossberg, their friend Chris, and Ryan's bass drum) crammed into Ryan's car to attend "afties" at Greg Eggebeen's. Ryan was excited to show me his bone folder, which is not a folio-type folder like you are thinking of, but rather a tool made of bone for use in creasing edges while making fancy boxes. This kid, he had sure made a fancy box, and boy was he proud. We went to Kum&Go and all bought half-gallons of orange juice and got to Greg's before Greg & Co. did apparently.
Oh, and on the way up the stairs to Greg's apartment, I found two orange pills. Later, I took one. I feel fine now. I'm not sure if it's post-dance-frenzy endorphin buzz or the melatonin I just took, but yeah. Fiiiiiiine. If you had orange pills that made you feel fine, would you lose them on the stairs? I bet not. I bet I took someone's allergy meds.
Anyhow, Greg's roommates created an incredibly tense and borderline surreal situation, so we bailed out early and the boys gave me a ride home, and I got a hug out of each of 'em. I took a good shower and had some pleasant internet interactions and I am generally feeling awesome. You hear me? I feel awesome. I love you all dearly and I hope you're sleeping sound and restful, as I intend to be soon.
One last thing: when I was introduced to Chris tonight, he recognized me as the raccoon costume girl - not because he had seen me, but because he had heard tell of me showing up to the bonfire at Will Kapp's Halloween party, third-world missionary-style, with seven hundred bags of McDonald's for seven hundred starving boys. Isn't it neat when your positive reputation precedes you? Seems like people are more hesitant these days to say nice things about others behinds their back than to talk shit, and it's a shame. I like hearing nice things about nice people, and I like hearing that other nice people have heard nice things about me. Everything, it is real nice. So! Alright, goodnight.