Alice, Sasha and I walked to the Chloe and Adam's house for pre-going out wine, last night.
Chloe, Adam, Chloe's mom (who is visiting), Denise and Scott. When Chloe's mom met Sasha and I, she excitedly said, "Oh, you're Canadians!"
We talked to these kids for a bit, but I couldn't stop staring at the guy on the right's "Improv Camp" t-shirt. As a former "drama nerd" myself, I knew I shouldn't be questioning the fact that he was wearing the said t-shirt. After all, we were at a fundraiser kegger for a comedy troupe. Yet, for some reason, I still found myself biting my tongue. (I'm a bad person.) "How did you guys end up here?" I asked them, after finding out that they also didn't know anyone at the party. "Actually, our drama teacher e-mailed us about it."
Wow, makes me wish I went to York. Since when do profs e-mail their students about keggers?
We became friends with this guy, who just walked up to us and handed us jello shooters (I'm always friends with people who immediatly give me shots as a friendship offering.) I sympathized with him about the lack of girls.
He was still excited to be there.
This is the only picture Sasha and I took together all night that we could agree on. I had to delete the rest due to difference of opinion.
"Hi, I'm going to take your picture and then post it on the Internet because I'm bored right now, okay?"
(It's strange how many people are willing to cooperate when you walk up to them and simply state this fact.)
Waiting in line for the bathroom was also kind of boring.
(Disclaimer: my pose was clearly mocking something or other, although at this point in time I can't recall what, exactly.)
Have you ever waited forever in line to use a bathroom at a party, and wondered what was taking the person ahead of you so long? I really liked the colour of the bathroom, okay? (I would like to note that there wasn't actually a line for the bathroom. I'm not that inconsiderate.)
Thanks for inviting us, Jason.
Then we met these cute gay boys at Domino's. They live just down the street from us.
Just another Friday night.
"Honestly, the power of the bearded man hasn't once yet dissapointed me."ReplyDelete
Ahem: rash in New York? Or was that a highlight?
That wasn't really a beard, persay. . .it was more like some weird Egyptian facial growth configuration. Besides, that incident is striken from not only the record, but from my memory as well.ReplyDelete