Fondling the Idea

Here's a truth: my hair is not actually red.

It's auburn.

Here's a confession: Some nights I would rather just stay at home, but I have this intense fear of missing out, stemming from an incident that occured when I was about 5. My entire extended family was at our cabin on the lake. All the kids were playing in the water, and the adults were sunbathing on the beach. The adults notoriously never went in the water. Even to this day, I think I've only seen my mom go in the lake about 3 times in my life. Anyways, I had to go to the bathroom, so I ran up to the cabin, making my mom promise me that I wouldn't miss anything while I was gone. She assured me that nothing could possibly occur out of the ordinary in the five minute window period that I would be gone. Satisfied with her response, I ran up to the cabin to use the makeshift toliet.

While I was sitting, I pulled aside the curtain and looked out the bathroom window that faced the lake. But no one was on the beach anymore. Instead, the entire family was engaged in a water fight! A group was on the paddle boat pretending to be pirates, and another group was on floating mattresses. There were water guns, and water buckets, and everyone was laughing and having a fantastic time. Even my mom was in the water, throwing her head back in laughter.

By the time I raced back down to the lake, the water fight had ended as quickly as it had begun. I burst into tears, while the adults lied and told me, "It really wasn't fun at all anyways."

To this day, I cannot refuse an invitation to go out. Because if I do, a giant water fight might erupt, and I'll miss out.

So after two straight days of work on very little sleep in a row, I headed over to Adam and Alice's for 80s Prom Night.

Adam was showing off his tap dancing skills.

I bet fucking Tom Cruise can't tap dance.

Maria enjoyed the performance.

Adam prematurely ripped off his jacket in a style reminiscent to the Hulk.

And Maria and Adam re-enacted all too familiar junior high school dance scenes.

Scott's parachute pants.

Afterwards Sarah met up with me, and we headed down College for Ashley's 23rd (?) birthday at Bistro 422.

Happy Birthday Ashley!

And then finally, we arrived at our final destination, "The Party Formerly Known as the September 11th Party," where Julia showed me pictures of the smoking elephant I met on Halloween last year.

Junior was there, too.

Alex and Julia.

Scotty has returned from Scotland.

No party at Mark's is complete without freestyle rapping.

"Whenever you're feeling bad about yourself you can just go look in the mirror," Mark explained. Brilliant!

This girl is the only girl in Toronto dating the only hot heterosexual male in Toronto. (A believable statement, especially if you're a Ryerson music and live right beside the Village.) Props to her!

Junior had actually never met Mark before.

The blogosphere was actually well-represented between Mikey, Scott, Junior, Mark, Lana, Calvin and probably a few others who I'm forgetting. It's slightly creepy when you start recognizing people before you actually meet them, and you suffer from this false sense of familiarity where you think you have already met. Or in my case, think you are already friends with that person.

I wonder if people feel that way when they meet me for the first time?