I hung out in the travel section at Indigo. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find a copy of Thor Hyerdahl's Fatu-Hiva: Back to Nature. This is definitely the first book I'm going to get from the library when I move back home. (Next on the list? Cat's Cradle, apparently.)
Then I went and picked up my ticket that I had ordered online. I accidentally ordered two tickets online, for two different show times, so going to the movies plus snacks ended up costing me nearly $45. "There better be a laser show for this price!" I told Brie and Mark grumpily.
Luckily, Imax movies start with a laser show, so I left a happy girl.
Canice showed up and compared one of our professors to Lisa's teacher off the Simpsons. "You mean Mrs. Krabappel?" Mark offered helpfully.
"No, not Bart's teacher. Lisa's teacher. What's her name?"
We were all stumped. Phone calls were made. Suddenly long-distance intercontinental phone calls were made trying to figure out the answer. Lifelines were used. Even Simpsons buffs were temporarily baffled.
That is, until Mark made the winning phone call to Tristan, who refreshed all our memories.*(The answer is listed at the bottom.)
The unfortunate topic of "Jessica's rants from the past" was brought up. Popular rants have included the albatross rant, the parrot rant, ardvarks vs. anteaters, and my personal favourite, the sexual misdemeanours rant:
"Which is worse? Beastiality or necrophilia?" (Feel free to discuss this in the comments section.)
After eating, drinking and generally being merry, there was only one last thing to do. That's right it was a time for a game of. . .
Long Face! (Haha. You totally thought I was going to say "Get Off That Thing!" didn't you?)
Ivonne clearly didn't know how to play the game. She loses.
And although I'm good at making creepy faces, I'm not particularly good at long face which is both dissapointing and somewhat surprising. Contorting my face into unattractive and funny shapes is one of my skills. Its right at the top of my resume, under "Skills and qualifications."
After Tortilla Flats closed for the night, and the girls went home, I headed to Mick E. Fynn's to meet up with my co-worker (from job #1) Inder, where we drank some beer and had some good times that did not involve eyeball licking, long face or conversations about ant-eaters. However, that didn't hold me back from asking about necrophilia.
*Lisa's teacher is Mrs. Hoover.