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phthalombrageSaturday. The circus show was awesome again.
Both Calliope and Julie had fuzzy socks, May Elise and Julie shared a hat, and Zack's shirt said "horn if you're honky." The rest of the audience was a young child or an old person.
We sat right in front of Calliope's Web (some pig... not) and were amazed by everything. (Pretty much everyone (excepting Zack, probably May Elise, and I) particularly appreciated the shirtless boys in tights.) I wish I didn't have dance so I could go play on all the equipment.
We were late to the party because Calliope and Robin and Austin had work call and roll call and listen to inspirational speech time.
Wild party. We did the skits with props. Including Norway Sardines. My group's was about a roller derby team and Krissy was the captain and needed another person to be on the team. (I wish Jesus were real) A hobo (Jessica) made the cut but was afraid of the team. The love potion fairy with badminton racquets for hands (props, see... aka me) made her love the team, but Josh (who nobody knew was there) jumped up from behind the gazebo and assassinated her. We decided to barbecue her body at the beach. We concluded it with a song about syringes on the beach and Arianna saying "this gimp needs lovin'." So weiiird. There was a skit about heroin/heroine and goulash and YWCA and Jewish Santa and a Monty-Python-esque one about pirates and ninjas. They were hilarious, but I don't entirely know what went on in any of them because we're all crazy and I was perched on the back of/underneath the bench poking people with a stick.
We tried to dance but nobody was up for it yet, so we played duck duck goose on the beach. We buried Calliope (chest patting and eiffel tower). Chloe and Melody and I wandered off from the herd and walked along the top of a seawall. Nobody noticed our absence, as we had been mistaken for crazy old people. When we returned, they were hunting in the sand for some object. Nathan made his usual a ten-minute appearance. After eating pizza, suddenly people were throwing each other into the freezing pool. I thought you're supposed to wait an hour after you eat! No brownies for wet people other than Melody! I was in the kitchen and Josh was trying to drag me into the pool and Krissy bitch-slapped me for the second time that night (wtf m8). We had a crazy dance party in the living room. It was really fun and stuck Rock Lobster in our minds (and in our cars). Erin's friend discovered that I am ticklish when I'm not standing up and more able to control my muscles. There were a bunch of people trying to teach Danny to dance and at one point we decided to limbo under Arianna's cane. TM was actually really good at it. He's also good at inducing suffering via tickling and creepy one-eyed stares. Katie and Ross came and Paul returned to snog Melody. ("snog" captures the blaahglurglur aspect and has an air of Britain and Harry Potter and books with plaid bindings.) Then people were leaving and they were all on the couch throwing pillows and tickling each other and I was like ummm... kitchen! So I went there. Lindsey's hospital friend: "You said you're sorry? We're not dating!" And then back and Calliope and Chloe and I kept getting up to dance again.
We lit sparklers for New Year's and popped poppers (and a couple collars) and Calliope called Josh and Chloe called Jared, hahaha. First dance of 2006: Dragostea din tei. Oh yes.
Then TM and Nina were pretending to be drunk on sparkling cider and passing around a joint made out of a paper towel and nothing else and TM was drinking shots of orange-mango juice which he spilled on the table (Look, a dog!). Neither Desenberg-Mawn family child was wearing a shirt (because they were angry). I tripped in the doorway as we retired to the sleep room. We tried to play truth or dare but stopped after everyone ate pieces of key lime because it wasn't really THAT sour. We discovered thanks to the mystic fan that William Shatner will not have puppies, Jessica will never scuba dive with sharks, and Spongebob is gay "later". Emma and Sophia tried to do tarot. Then we talked for a reeeeeallly long time about nothing and everything from statutory rape to Ninja Turtles to intolerance to Mr. Wisler to stem cell research (Julie was quite "outspoken"). Twas strange. We made the startling revelation that "torture is gross." Sasha was asleep during most of it and Calliope wanted very much to be asleep too. People went to sleep at 5 because "Jessica wants to sleep and she'll get mad if she doesn't." Demands for warm milk and witty comments ensued. Chloe and I were up till maybe 6 rolling around in our sleeping bags, talking about Boohbahs and Teletubbies, and tapping on the floor like dolphins. It was hilarious at the time, but just about anything can make me laugh at 5 AM. I woke up at about 9. Most of us were up by 10 and Sasha drew half a purple moustache on Chloe's face, but Jessica and Calliope woke up before the marker actually worked. Some people had (warm) pizza for breakfast. Calliope made lukewarm hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and her dad made pancakes. We went outside and picked calamondins, which are my new favorite fruit because they're so tiny, orange, sour, and cool. And then people left and Calliope's cousin Daniel had Emma Heinlein's number written on his arm and talked about wrestling and "some dyke in a hat" and eventually only her cousin Sophia and I were still there. We cleaned up (and discovered that Paul had left his underwear behind... two in a bed, cabbage patch kid, etc.) and danced with the broom ("Who's number two? He must be the shit!"), ate "free turds" aka fudgesicles (very quickly), watched Calliope ride her unicycle (not on the phone thank Zeus), and lit more sparklers. Instead of finding Amelie we looked at photos of Cuenca, cute children in elaborate dress, fruit and Coca Cola decorations, a blond Manco, and fire-water-paper.
And then we found twenty dollars.
(Except not.
Our currency of choice is love. Hehe.)
+ What's the exchange rate?
- How should I know? I'm a slut, not a whore!
Both Calliope and Julie had fuzzy socks, May Elise and Julie shared a hat, and Zack's shirt said "horn if you're honky." The rest of the audience was a young child or an old person.
We sat right in front of Calliope's Web (some pig... not) and were amazed by everything. (Pretty much everyone (excepting Zack, probably May Elise, and I) particularly appreciated the shirtless boys in tights.) I wish I didn't have dance so I could go play on all the equipment.
We were late to the party because Calliope and Robin and Austin had work call and roll call and listen to inspirational speech time.
Wild party. We did the skits with props. Including Norway Sardines. My group's was about a roller derby team and Krissy was the captain and needed another person to be on the team. (I wish Jesus were real) A hobo (Jessica) made the cut but was afraid of the team. The love potion fairy with badminton racquets for hands (props, see... aka me) made her love the team, but Josh (who nobody knew was there) jumped up from behind the gazebo and assassinated her. We decided to barbecue her body at the beach. We concluded it with a song about syringes on the beach and Arianna saying "this gimp needs lovin'." So weiiird. There was a skit about heroin/heroine and goulash and YWCA and Jewish Santa and a Monty-Python-esque one about pirates and ninjas. They were hilarious, but I don't entirely know what went on in any of them because we're all crazy and I was perched on the back of/underneath the bench poking people with a stick.
We tried to dance but nobody was up for it yet, so we played duck duck goose on the beach. We buried Calliope (chest patting and eiffel tower). Chloe and Melody and I wandered off from the herd and walked along the top of a seawall. Nobody noticed our absence, as we had been mistaken for crazy old people. When we returned, they were hunting in the sand for some object. Nathan made his usual a ten-minute appearance. After eating pizza, suddenly people were throwing each other into the freezing pool. I thought you're supposed to wait an hour after you eat! No brownies for wet people other than Melody! I was in the kitchen and Josh was trying to drag me into the pool and Krissy bitch-slapped me for the second time that night (wtf m8). We had a crazy dance party in the living room. It was really fun and stuck Rock Lobster in our minds (and in our cars). Erin's friend discovered that I am ticklish when I'm not standing up and more able to control my muscles. There were a bunch of people trying to teach Danny to dance and at one point we decided to limbo under Arianna's cane. TM was actually really good at it. He's also good at inducing suffering via tickling and creepy one-eyed stares. Katie and Ross came and Paul returned to snog Melody. ("snog" captures the blaahglurglur aspect and has an air of Britain and Harry Potter and books with plaid bindings.) Then people were leaving and they were all on the couch throwing pillows and tickling each other and I was like ummm... kitchen! So I went there. Lindsey's hospital friend: "You said you're sorry? We're not dating!" And then back and Calliope and Chloe and I kept getting up to dance again.
We lit sparklers for New Year's and popped poppers (and a couple collars) and Calliope called Josh and Chloe called Jared, hahaha. First dance of 2006: Dragostea din tei. Oh yes.
Then TM and Nina were pretending to be drunk on sparkling cider and passing around a joint made out of a paper towel and nothing else and TM was drinking shots of orange-mango juice which he spilled on the table (Look, a dog!). Neither Desenberg-Mawn family child was wearing a shirt (because they were angry). I tripped in the doorway as we retired to the sleep room. We tried to play truth or dare but stopped after everyone ate pieces of key lime because it wasn't really THAT sour. We discovered thanks to the mystic fan that William Shatner will not have puppies, Jessica will never scuba dive with sharks, and Spongebob is gay "later". Emma and Sophia tried to do tarot. Then we talked for a reeeeeallly long time about nothing and everything from statutory rape to Ninja Turtles to intolerance to Mr. Wisler to stem cell research (Julie was quite "outspoken"). Twas strange. We made the startling revelation that "torture is gross." Sasha was asleep during most of it and Calliope wanted very much to be asleep too. People went to sleep at 5 because "Jessica wants to sleep and she'll get mad if she doesn't." Demands for warm milk and witty comments ensued. Chloe and I were up till maybe 6 rolling around in our sleeping bags, talking about Boohbahs and Teletubbies, and tapping on the floor like dolphins. It was hilarious at the time, but just about anything can make me laugh at 5 AM. I woke up at about 9. Most of us were up by 10 and Sasha drew half a purple moustache on Chloe's face, but Jessica and Calliope woke up before the marker actually worked. Some people had (warm) pizza for breakfast. Calliope made lukewarm hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and her dad made pancakes. We went outside and picked calamondins, which are my new favorite fruit because they're so tiny, orange, sour, and cool. And then people left and Calliope's cousin Daniel had Emma Heinlein's number written on his arm and talked about wrestling and "some dyke in a hat" and eventually only her cousin Sophia and I were still there. We cleaned up (and discovered that Paul had left his underwear behind... two in a bed, cabbage patch kid, etc.) and danced with the broom ("Who's number two? He must be the shit!"), ate "free turds" aka fudgesicles (very quickly), watched Calliope ride her unicycle (not on the phone thank Zeus), and lit more sparklers. Instead of finding Amelie we looked at photos of Cuenca, cute children in elaborate dress, fruit and Coca Cola decorations, a blond Manco, and fire-water-paper.
And then we found twenty dollars.
(Except not.
Our currency of choice is love. Hehe.)
+ What's the exchange rate?
- How should I know? I'm a slut, not a whore!
