Panty Pyramid
I had Cheap Lunch (tm) with my friend Erin today, and she gave me two things. Why the gifts? Because she's awesome and I'm needy like that. No, actually, they were surprises but I was appreciative and amused, respectively.
Anyway, the first was a CD of a band that I can't name. I can't remember their name, but I'm going to see them on Halloween. So, yeah, I'd like to familiarize myself with their music before I see them because I find that concerts are so much more enjoyable when you can sing along or hum along or do something that signifies that, yes, you do know the performer.
The other was a letter that initiated me into the Panty Pyramid. Actually, I think there's some other name for it, but that's what Leon and I decided to call it. Basically, you buy a single pair of panties for someone, distribute the letter to six friends (changing the information slightly), and then twiddle your thumbs as you wait for your thirty-six pairs of panties to arrive. It's a pyramid scheme if I've ever heard of one, but I don't mind making a trip to Victoria's Secret for someone else in the hopes that I could get even two pairs for free. It's too fun.
What's weird, though, is that, over the weekend, my mom was talking about this same kind of situation. She was in one of these deals with dish towels, and only ever received one. And I have a memory of doing something similar when I was a child, but obviously not with panties. It was with postcards. And, again, I only received one. But I have greater faith in my friends' friends to clothe my ass. I bet I get at least ten pairs of panties. So let's watch as they roll in.
Anyway, the first was a CD of a band that I can't name. I can't remember their name, but I'm going to see them on Halloween. So, yeah, I'd like to familiarize myself with their music before I see them because I find that concerts are so much more enjoyable when you can sing along or hum along or do something that signifies that, yes, you do know the performer.
The other was a letter that initiated me into the Panty Pyramid. Actually, I think there's some other name for it, but that's what Leon and I decided to call it. Basically, you buy a single pair of panties for someone, distribute the letter to six friends (changing the information slightly), and then twiddle your thumbs as you wait for your thirty-six pairs of panties to arrive. It's a pyramid scheme if I've ever heard of one, but I don't mind making a trip to Victoria's Secret for someone else in the hopes that I could get even two pairs for free. It's too fun.
What's weird, though, is that, over the weekend, my mom was talking about this same kind of situation. She was in one of these deals with dish towels, and only ever received one. And I have a memory of doing something similar when I was a child, but obviously not with panties. It was with postcards. And, again, I only received one. But I have greater faith in my friends' friends to clothe my ass. I bet I get at least ten pairs of panties. So let's watch as they roll in.