Let me tell you just what happened this weekend
Friday was another band competition, this time in Bethel. Yay, good times. I already mentioned that, though, so I'll move on.
Saturday was the party. It was really fun, and I saw somebody dressed as a pimp dancing with somebody dressed as the pope. The irony, the deliciously wicked irony!
After the party I went to The Rocky Horror Picture Show on Wall Street. Was it ever good. I mean, I'm no theater critic, but it was lots of fun. I got hit in the head with rice and squirted in the eye with a water gun. I knew all the words to "Sweet Transvestite," "Dammit, Janet," and "The Time Warp," and I was very proud of myself for it.
Rachel called me yesterday to apologize for the fact that I'm single. Then she told me that she'd tried to figure out who the ex was one day at lunch and then, thinking she found the right girl, approached her. Dear God, why? Poor girl. Probably scarred for life now.
The best part of my weekend? I managed to meet up with my ex-girlfriend before all the festivities, and let's just say she's the best damn kisser ever. So sorry, girls, but it's true. I was elated for the entire evening. I'd write so much more 'cause it was totally orgasmic, but I think I'd be saying too much.
I'm going to go now so that I may write a detailed list of instructions for Kerry. She's created a community, but can't make it function. Let's just hope I'm not like a back-seat driver.
Saturday was the party. It was really fun, and I saw somebody dressed as a pimp dancing with somebody dressed as the pope. The irony, the deliciously wicked irony!
After the party I went to The Rocky Horror Picture Show on Wall Street. Was it ever good. I mean, I'm no theater critic, but it was lots of fun. I got hit in the head with rice and squirted in the eye with a water gun. I knew all the words to "Sweet Transvestite," "Dammit, Janet," and "The Time Warp," and I was very proud of myself for it.
Rachel called me yesterday to apologize for the fact that I'm single. Then she told me that she'd tried to figure out who the ex was one day at lunch and then, thinking she found the right girl, approached her. Dear God, why? Poor girl. Probably scarred for life now.
The best part of my weekend? I managed to meet up with my ex-girlfriend before all the festivities, and let's just say she's the best damn kisser ever. So sorry, girls, but it's true. I was elated for the entire evening. I'd write so much more 'cause it was totally orgasmic, but I think I'd be saying too much.
I'm going to go now so that I may write a detailed list of instructions for Kerry. She's created a community, but can't make it function. Let's just hope I'm not like a back-seat driver.