allo, allo! je t'aime, je t'aime!
MBL assigned me to write up our Adventure going to Courtney's Amazing Post-Comps Party, but I'm sort of blanking on things to write. I'll give it my best, though (ganbaremashyo!).
Warning: this is long. Broken into bite-size pieces for your enjoyment!
MBL: Matthew's not coming. He says he's sick. I sort of thought he might be faking it, but that doesn't seem like something he would do.
Peggy: ...Matthew? Deciding he doesn't feel like doing something but not wanting to tell us he doesn't want to do it becauase he's afraid it'll hurt our feelings even though we don't care and telling you he's sick instead? That doesn't sound like something he would do?
MBL: ...well, except that it totally does.
First of all, MBL and I team-cooked a delicious dinner (tilapia + fettuicini alfredo, followed by shortbread with strawberry-blueberry fruit sauce).
Peggy: Would you like some challah?
MBL: HOLLA!
[later]
Peggy: I toasted the challah.
MBL: HOLLA!
Peggy: [hands MBL the bread]
MBL: Sorry, I just have to say that.
Then, seeing as the theme of the party was "prom," we got decked out [PHOTOS HOPEFULLY TO COME, I AM LOOKING AT YOU, MBL, YOU WITH YOUR DIGITAL CAMERA! AND ALSO AT YOU, COURTNEY! YOU, ALSO WITH A DIGITAL CAMERA! AND MANY PICTURES!] in our Best Attire. For MBL, this consisted of a lovely purple (taffeta?) full ballgown skirt, red "stop the assault on choice!" tshirt, sneakers, and leg-warmers--not to mention her blingin' earrings and classy hair & makeup.
I, on the other hand, being more naturally gifted with fug, wore... SWAMP THING. Unlike Halloween, I let it be a skirt instead of a dress, pairing it with a new bronze satin camisole I'd picked up for bupkus at the Express sale when Cameron and I went shopping (Peggy: What do you think of this? Cameron: It's really... Brown?) and a sort of beige-ish satin sash in a bow at the waist (Old Navy: You know what everything we sell this season needs? Shoppers: To fit? Old Navy: NO! Satin sashes in a variety of bizzare colors! Shoppers: ...). Since I have two pairs of those pants (for work) and, therefore, two sashes, I put the other one in my hair, headband style, then added the 25' pearl garland I'd bought for Halloween as a necklace. Oh, and of course, the platform lace-up esperadilles. Result: bizzare flapper/go-go dryad! Clearly we were now ready.
[At this point, audience, feel free to harass sadunreadissue and mitchco for photos, as I'm sure that my words, overabundant as they are, cannot truly convey to you the fuggalicious nature of these getups.]
MBL: At least your coat will cover the majority of your sins.
Peggy: UH YOU CAN STILL SEE THE SKIRT WHICH IS, IN MY OPINION, THE MAJORITY OF MY SINS.
MBL: Whatevah.
MBL: Man, I feel crappy.
Peggy: Maybe you caught Matthew's fake cold.
MBL: That has actually happened to me before...
Intrepidly, MBL and I set out for Richmond, with little more than a backseat full of blankets and her Prince CD to keep us going. That, and the fortifying dinner we'd just had. And the prospect of a kickass party. And stuff. But what I mean is, we still needed to pick up beer (for some reason, the leftover bottle of champagne from New Year's Eve upon which Courtney had scrawled the words "NO TOUCHY" in sharpie was not enough for MBL's delicate tastes, which required a six-pack of Corona). So we stopped at the LoBillsBallz in Richmond, at which point everyone working or shopping there decided that WE WERE HIGH.
Peggy: [laughing uncontrollably whenever she catches sight of her skirt, which is roughly every .5 seconds] AHAHAHAHAH.
MBL: These limes look terrible.
Peggy: AHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah. AHAHAHAHAHA! SKIRT!
MBL: [checks out]
Peggy: I shall put your lime in my pocket! [pointing at quarter machines] MBL! STRETCHY BRACELETS! [points at them with toe] LOOOOOOOOOOOOOK! THEY'RE ONLY A QUARTER.
MBL: [in ballgown skirt and peacoat, with elegant hair and makeup, holding sixpack of cornoa] I don't have a quarter. [sashays out]
Peggy: AHAHAHAHAHAHAH OMG SKIRT.
LoBallz Patrons/Employees: OMGWTFBBQ.
...and upon arrival at Quaker House, where Courtney lives, promptly announce, "We're moving in!!!" as we bring in bags, changes of clothing, blankets, pillows, and a flip'n'fold sofa (miniature).
Quakers: [not, I might add, in prom attire] 0_0
Peggy & MBL: ...hi!
Too Gay To Function Boy Whose Name I Have Already Forgotton Because I Am The Silencing Monoculture (possibly Mark?): OHMYGAWD, that SKIRT is FAHBULOUSSSS.
Peggy: ... [pokes MBL] it's starting already...
[later]
Courtney: These are my friends Peggy and MBL, from Indy!
Peggy: I just want to point out that I am not wearing this outfit in seriousness.
TGTFBWNIHAFBIATSM (Mark?): But you should, because it's seriously fabulous! That skirt is amazing!
Peggy: ...
Most of Courtney's housemates are TINY (with the exception of Big Gay Andrew, of course). Also, many of them are lesbians (Big Gay Andrew being one of the few exceptions to this rule as well).
Katie: I feel awkward.
Anna: That's funny! Courtney says her friends think of Earlham people as awkward.
(Marc?): Why do you feel awkward?
Katie: I feel awkward about being a lesbian.
(Marc?): That's not an awkward thing to be!
Peggy: ...depends on where you're trying to be it, I think.
Katie: Yeah, I guess it's not too bad here at Earlham. Where everyone walks around being awkward. And calling other people awkward.
[later]
Peggy: Your house is full of pocket-sized lesbians!
Courtney: They're not all lesbians.
Peggy: Uh, well, Katie and Anna are.
Courtney: How did you know?!?
Peggy: ...they told me?
Courtney: Oh.
Anyway, extreme amounts of dancing ensued. At some point, MBL and I changed, since nobody else (besides Courtney, and then only sort of) was doing the theme, and we were overheated. I put on FORMAL SHORTS, by which I mean... uh, shorts. They weren't technically actually formal, except in the sense that this was (ostensibly) a fancy-dress party.
MBL: I feel fratty.
Peggy: Why?
MBL: We're the only ones doing the theme.
Peggy: ...and?
MBL: I'm drinking Corona. And hardly anybody else is even drinking!
Peggy: That one makes more sense to me.
Then, uh, there was more dancing... (this is where I should stick in more pictures to hold your interest... MBL, HELP!). And, um... dancing. We felt less fratty after some number of male-type persons arrived and, despite being from Earlham, out fratted us.
Peggy: ZOMG, that guy has a rat-tail! And no shirt on!
MBL: But the question is, is the rat-tail ironic?
Peggy: Who cares? I think we can agree that either way it is STILL a BAD IDEA!
As the party got more and more crowded, MBL got more and more flu-y. Eventually we decided to go home before the house reached critical mass and fell through the Earth to China.
Peggy: I'm sorry!
Courtney: It's ok!
Peggy: How will we ever get the flip'n'fold out of here?
Courtney: CROWDSURFING!!
...except that turned out to be (mostly) unnecessary, as the kitchen was fairly empty. We evacuated all of our stuff, said goodbye, and took off back for Indy, leaving Courtney to deal with a houseful of dance-crazy Quakers and teeny-tiny lesbians.
MBL: I sort of want to call Matthew and yell at him for giving me his fake cold, but I'm afraid he might actually be sick.
The ride seemed extra short, even though I was speeding as much as usual (which, if you are my parent and reading this, is NOT AT ALL, and for everyone else, seriously, less than 10 over the limit). Probably because we kept having such excellent, intellectual conversations.
Peggy: Do you like Arrested Development?
MBL: The band, or the show?
Peggy: ...the show.
MBL: Well, I like both. But it always confuses me that more people don't like and listen to the band still, so I get confused.
Peggy: I think we can rest assured that these days, if someone asks, they're talking about the show.
[later]
Peggy: So in this one episode of Arrested Development--the show, not the band--
MBL: Gee, thanks for clearing that up for me.
But we made it home safe, and slept, and hopefully MBL is feeling better now, although I sort of only half woke up when she left this morning, long enough to mumble "kthxbye" into my pillow while rolling over (I am SUCH A GOOD HOSTESS).
The Aind.
Warning: this is long. Broken into bite-size pieces for your enjoyment!
MBL: Matthew's not coming. He says he's sick. I sort of thought he might be faking it, but that doesn't seem like something he would do.
Peggy: ...Matthew? Deciding he doesn't feel like doing something but not wanting to tell us he doesn't want to do it becauase he's afraid it'll hurt our feelings even though we don't care and telling you he's sick instead? That doesn't sound like something he would do?
MBL: ...well, except that it totally does.
First of all, MBL and I team-cooked a delicious dinner (tilapia + fettuicini alfredo, followed by shortbread with strawberry-blueberry fruit sauce).
Peggy: Would you like some challah?
MBL: HOLLA!
[later]
Peggy: I toasted the challah.
MBL: HOLLA!
Peggy: [hands MBL the bread]
MBL: Sorry, I just have to say that.
Then, seeing as the theme of the party was "prom," we got decked out [PHOTOS HOPEFULLY TO COME, I AM LOOKING AT YOU, MBL, YOU WITH YOUR DIGITAL CAMERA! AND ALSO AT YOU, COURTNEY! YOU, ALSO WITH A DIGITAL CAMERA! AND MANY PICTURES!] in our Best Attire. For MBL, this consisted of a lovely purple (taffeta?) full ballgown skirt, red "stop the assault on choice!" tshirt, sneakers, and leg-warmers--not to mention her blingin' earrings and classy hair & makeup.
I, on the other hand, being more naturally gifted with fug, wore... SWAMP THING. Unlike Halloween, I let it be a skirt instead of a dress, pairing it with a new bronze satin camisole I'd picked up for bupkus at the Express sale when Cameron and I went shopping (Peggy: What do you think of this? Cameron: It's really... Brown?) and a sort of beige-ish satin sash in a bow at the waist (Old Navy: You know what everything we sell this season needs? Shoppers: To fit? Old Navy: NO! Satin sashes in a variety of bizzare colors! Shoppers: ...). Since I have two pairs of those pants (for work) and, therefore, two sashes, I put the other one in my hair, headband style, then added the 25' pearl garland I'd bought for Halloween as a necklace. Oh, and of course, the platform lace-up esperadilles. Result: bizzare flapper/go-go dryad! Clearly we were now ready.
[At this point, audience, feel free to harass sadunreadissue and mitchco for photos, as I'm sure that my words, overabundant as they are, cannot truly convey to you the fuggalicious nature of these getups.]
MBL: At least your coat will cover the majority of your sins.
Peggy: UH YOU CAN STILL SEE THE SKIRT WHICH IS, IN MY OPINION, THE MAJORITY OF MY SINS.
MBL: Whatevah.
MBL: Man, I feel crappy.
Peggy: Maybe you caught Matthew's fake cold.
MBL: That has actually happened to me before...
Intrepidly, MBL and I set out for Richmond, with little more than a backseat full of blankets and her Prince CD to keep us going. That, and the fortifying dinner we'd just had. And the prospect of a kickass party. And stuff. But what I mean is, we still needed to pick up beer (for some reason, the leftover bottle of champagne from New Year's Eve upon which Courtney had scrawled the words "NO TOUCHY" in sharpie was not enough for MBL's delicate tastes, which required a six-pack of Corona). So we stopped at the LoBillsBallz in Richmond, at which point everyone working or shopping there decided that WE WERE HIGH.
Peggy: [laughing uncontrollably whenever she catches sight of her skirt, which is roughly every .5 seconds] AHAHAHAHAH.
MBL: These limes look terrible.
Peggy: AHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah. AHAHAHAHAHA! SKIRT!
MBL: [checks out]
Peggy: I shall put your lime in my pocket! [pointing at quarter machines] MBL! STRETCHY BRACELETS! [points at them with toe] LOOOOOOOOOOOOOK! THEY'RE ONLY A QUARTER.
MBL: [in ballgown skirt and peacoat, with elegant hair and makeup, holding sixpack of cornoa] I don't have a quarter. [sashays out]
Peggy: AHAHAHAHAHAHAH OMG SKIRT.
LoBallz Patrons/Employees: OMGWTFBBQ.
...and upon arrival at Quaker House, where Courtney lives, promptly announce, "We're moving in!!!" as we bring in bags, changes of clothing, blankets, pillows, and a flip'n'fold sofa (miniature).
Quakers: [not, I might add, in prom attire] 0_0
Peggy & MBL: ...hi!
Too Gay To Function Boy Whose Name I Have Already Forgotton Because I Am The Silencing Monoculture (possibly Mark?): OHMYGAWD, that SKIRT is FAHBULOUSSSS.
Peggy: ... [pokes MBL] it's starting already...
[later]
Courtney: These are my friends Peggy and MBL, from Indy!
Peggy: I just want to point out that I am not wearing this outfit in seriousness.
TGTFBWNIHAFBIATSM (Mark?): But you should, because it's seriously fabulous! That skirt is amazing!
Peggy: ...
Most of Courtney's housemates are TINY (with the exception of Big Gay Andrew, of course). Also, many of them are lesbians (Big Gay Andrew being one of the few exceptions to this rule as well).
Katie: I feel awkward.
Anna: That's funny! Courtney says her friends think of Earlham people as awkward.
(Marc?): Why do you feel awkward?
Katie: I feel awkward about being a lesbian.
(Marc?): That's not an awkward thing to be!
Peggy: ...depends on where you're trying to be it, I think.
Katie: Yeah, I guess it's not too bad here at Earlham. Where everyone walks around being awkward. And calling other people awkward.
[later]
Peggy: Your house is full of pocket-sized lesbians!
Courtney: They're not all lesbians.
Peggy: Uh, well, Katie and Anna are.
Courtney: How did you know?!?
Peggy: ...they told me?
Courtney: Oh.
Anyway, extreme amounts of dancing ensued. At some point, MBL and I changed, since nobody else (besides Courtney, and then only sort of) was doing the theme, and we were overheated. I put on FORMAL SHORTS, by which I mean... uh, shorts. They weren't technically actually formal, except in the sense that this was (ostensibly) a fancy-dress party.
MBL: I feel fratty.
Peggy: Why?
MBL: We're the only ones doing the theme.
Peggy: ...and?
MBL: I'm drinking Corona. And hardly anybody else is even drinking!
Peggy: That one makes more sense to me.
Then, uh, there was more dancing... (this is where I should stick in more pictures to hold your interest... MBL, HELP!). And, um... dancing. We felt less fratty after some number of male-type persons arrived and, despite being from Earlham, out fratted us.
Peggy: ZOMG, that guy has a rat-tail! And no shirt on!
MBL: But the question is, is the rat-tail ironic?
Peggy: Who cares? I think we can agree that either way it is STILL a BAD IDEA!
As the party got more and more crowded, MBL got more and more flu-y. Eventually we decided to go home before the house reached critical mass and fell through the Earth to China.
Peggy: I'm sorry!
Courtney: It's ok!
Peggy: How will we ever get the flip'n'fold out of here?
Courtney: CROWDSURFING!!
...except that turned out to be (mostly) unnecessary, as the kitchen was fairly empty. We evacuated all of our stuff, said goodbye, and took off back for Indy, leaving Courtney to deal with a houseful of dance-crazy Quakers and teeny-tiny lesbians.
MBL: I sort of want to call Matthew and yell at him for giving me his fake cold, but I'm afraid he might actually be sick.
The ride seemed extra short, even though I was speeding as much as usual (which, if you are my parent and reading this, is NOT AT ALL, and for everyone else, seriously, less than 10 over the limit). Probably because we kept having such excellent, intellectual conversations.
Peggy: Do you like Arrested Development?
MBL: The band, or the show?
Peggy: ...the show.
MBL: Well, I like both. But it always confuses me that more people don't like and listen to the band still, so I get confused.
Peggy: I think we can rest assured that these days, if someone asks, they're talking about the show.
[later]
Peggy: So in this one episode of Arrested Development--the show, not the band--
MBL: Gee, thanks for clearing that up for me.
But we made it home safe, and slept, and hopefully MBL is feeling better now, although I sort of only half woke up when she left this morning, long enough to mumble "kthxbye" into my pillow while rolling over (I am SUCH A GOOD HOSTESS).
The Aind.