Necessity

Hey! I owe you a post!

I'm sorry. I could say this week has been too busy, which it sort of has, but not so much that I couldn't have fit a post or two in. Really this week has just been all sorts of uneventful. Sure, there have been laughs and good times abounding, but nothing of the noteworthy exciting caliber that makes be perk up and think "blogthro" So, with this is mind I think I'll write a summary of my day yesterday, and something fun is bound to come out of it.

The Day:

I woke up and decided to meet Maddie and Carrie at the Deec for a pre-Arlington Street Fair brunch. Carrie flaked, but we picked up Andrew so a certain equilibrium was maintained. We bumped into Danzer and Choe which was nice, and then we headed to the Street fair.

The fair was fun! It was definitely impressive coming from lil' ol' Arlington. The People came out in droves to sample mediocre food and browse through some less than exciting wares. But really, the effort was appreciated. The big disappointment of the day was that the carnival rides section boasted rides that could only accommodate little children and were far too expensive to justify a cramped and less than thrilling ride. I love carnivals and I love rides so this was a bummer. Of course, everything has a silver lining so I was glad to spot a game that gave me the opportunity to win a fish.

Now, you might remember that I won a fish last founder's day. His name was Frank Sprinkles and he was a real mensch. Andrew named him, which made it all the more special, and he was resilient little bugger. I'm serious, he survived the seismic vibrations the emanated from the speakers we danced next to and he even went on a few rides with me. I think that this is a necessary step in the development of any gold fish. Those things are far too fragile and need to be toughened up before they are left to a life of leisure floating around in a fish bowl. So, Frank grew strong and wise and kept me company over the summer, but then the unthinkable happened.

One day, I was washing his bowl. The method I use involves me pouring water out whilst simultaneously letting new water flow in so that I don't need to transfer him out of his bowl in order to do a cleaning. This had worked well enough in the past, but this day was fated to end in disaster. Frank Sprinkles toppled out of his bowl, into the sink, and down the drain. The painful part is that this wasn't a quick and painless process. Unfortunately his poor fishy face got stuck in the drain and it was only my attempted rescue mission that loosened the drain enough for him to slip through after bidding me a tearful farewell. You can imagine my depression, I'm sure.

By now it must be obvious that I couldn't let the opportunity to win a replacement pass me by. So, I won a fish. And now I have Frank Sprinkles the second. I held him aloft triumphantly as if to share my good fortune with the gods, and there must have been something particularly inspiring about my noble posturing, because both friends and strangers alike began snapping my photo. I hope they got the shot.

Speaking of photography, I guess you could call photography something of a theme for the day. In this age of myface and spacebook digital photography has come to dominate one's expression of character, or something like that. Basically, you are who your tagged pictures say you are, and that's final. Some highlights in photography for the day include Danzer and Maddie posing with the popo, and me awkwardly arranging myself in with a group of fat, ugly, and unpleasant belly dancers. P.S., they're ok with the fact that they're fat and ugly, so it's ok that I said it. Besides, Marilyn Monroe was a size 14, or was that Manson? I can never keep those two straight.

The Belly dancers followed the super amazing band, Facts and Figures. And, not to brag or anything, but I'm totally in with the band. They are really very good, and they also performed last night at a VC Punx show and were my personal favorites. End Shout Out.

But yeah, the Belly Dancers were laughably horrible. And I only say this because they were mean to me and because they actually were terrible. There's not much more to say about them, and frankly they don't deserve the attention.

Of course, a day in Arlington could not be complete without bumping into Lux! We embraced for a while and I met her boyfriend and we just sort of chatted and reminisced about the good times. The good times being one previously blogged about incident and the following dinner during which she slipped me a love note and informed us that she'll be coming to Grizzly Bear. We invited her to play with us beforehand, but she doesn't drink. She just drugs (her verb not mine) and I, unfortunately, am not in the habit of drugging. Oh well.

The Night:

The night was fun. Probably the best night in recent history from a perspective of having actual fun instead of moping around the TH's hoping for some music. Also, I was in a confrontational mood. Gotta love an angry drunk. It all started innocently enough, we were going to a Kansas themed party in Sophie's room and I decided that I should go as the wicked witch of the East. Now, I know you're thinking that I meant to have said wicked witch of the West, but that's just not true. I wanted to wear my heels, both because they're fabulous and because they lengthen me, but I also needed to legitimately fit the theme, and I wasn't in the mood to be dorothy. So I threw on my best, and recently purchased, witches hat and my cloak and was open for business. Get it? I was the witch of the east before the house fell on her while she was still in possession of the ruby slippers. It was a very cerebral costume.

As usually I was the most decked out gal at the ball. The party was fun, but it didn't live up to the bitching and moaning I did trying to get there on time. You see, I'd never made it to one of Sophie's parties while it was still going on before and I really wanted to experience one of these elusive events, so I spent the better part of the beginning of the night aggressively shepherding my friends to davidson. So we left, and headed over to a little soccer get together which was really alot of fun, especially because I beat all the straight boys in Mario Kart. Then we headed over to hang out with some members of the aforementioned band, Facts and Figures. When we were done groupie-ing it up, we trekked in the rain (the cloak totally came in handy) to the TH's where the power was out and nothing was going on. Bummer. On the way there I met some bitch who said something rude/nasty about something or other and I just wasn't having it, so I bitched back at her and then we awkwardly met up at a bon fire, and it was totally going to be a girl fight, but then Maddie intervened or something so there wasn't any blood shed. I guess that was the part of the night when things got a little hazy.

Like any good night, this night ended with a visit to Baccio. OF course getting there was a little exciting as a leapt and bound and trampled through the mud in heels. Carrie has pictures. They make her laugh, but I think her humor is base.