tales from the game cube
why are you going through the middle? it's not statistically prudent.
i'm gangsta at heart, g.
jt.. justin timberlake? oh, i thought you were talking about jonathan taylor thomas.
- charlie boyd
it's most certainly quidditch.
- brad, after a question about a ballgame in britain
it was an eventful weekend. rather than going out proper, we elected to play boardgames both nights and have drinksies. friday and saturday, i knocked out about three service hours: read across america, where i read The Sneetches to sixteen kindergarteners; admissions stuff; and the cultural heritage festival, where i made a pretty badass worry doll.
hillary and i were drafted to check coats at the community arts center saturday night for their annual mardi gras fundraiser/dinner/auction. the boss is wilma brown, a cross between meryl streep in Devil Wears Prada and copious amounts of alcohol. the evening was peppered with awkward encounters, including-
-when this lady came in absolutely shmammered and i had to fix the back of her dress, which had bunched up the back of her legs
-paul sirimonghan thinking i was laura french, despite having designed my travel journal
-hillary accidentally flipping off all the lights (which unleashed the wrath of wilma, who repeatedly told hills afterward, "stay away from the lights.")
but we did get paid $40 (plus a whole SIX DOLLARS in tips), and got our tarot cards read (mine were pretty much inconclusive, but that's another entry), and got fed some amazing food. we also got valuable vanna white experience, as during the auction we had to parade each object in turn around the room. (and, anne- there were glass pieces by adam and jon that sold for a lot!)
and so now i'm writing my rassy paper, which will most likely be pretty shitty. at least spring break is only twelve days away..
i'm gangsta at heart, g.
jt.. justin timberlake? oh, i thought you were talking about jonathan taylor thomas.
- charlie boyd
it's most certainly quidditch.
- brad, after a question about a ballgame in britain
it was an eventful weekend. rather than going out proper, we elected to play boardgames both nights and have drinksies. friday and saturday, i knocked out about three service hours: read across america, where i read The Sneetches to sixteen kindergarteners; admissions stuff; and the cultural heritage festival, where i made a pretty badass worry doll.
hillary and i were drafted to check coats at the community arts center saturday night for their annual mardi gras fundraiser/dinner/auction. the boss is wilma brown, a cross between meryl streep in Devil Wears Prada and copious amounts of alcohol. the evening was peppered with awkward encounters, including-
-when this lady came in absolutely shmammered and i had to fix the back of her dress, which had bunched up the back of her legs
-paul sirimonghan thinking i was laura french, despite having designed my travel journal
-hillary accidentally flipping off all the lights (which unleashed the wrath of wilma, who repeatedly told hills afterward, "stay away from the lights.")
but we did get paid $40 (plus a whole SIX DOLLARS in tips), and got our tarot cards read (mine were pretty much inconclusive, but that's another entry), and got fed some amazing food. we also got valuable vanna white experience, as during the auction we had to parade each object in turn around the room. (and, anne- there were glass pieces by adam and jon that sold for a lot!)
and so now i'm writing my rassy paper, which will most likely be pretty shitty. at least spring break is only twelve days away..