Night 1
Was supposed to spend three hours on a drawing for my art class. However, I didn't understand the specific details of the assignment and was in no way motivated to sit in front of an inanimate object armed with a giant piece of paper and woodless pencils. Instead, I read the first half of
The DaVinci Code, promising myself at the end of each chapter that the next one would be my last. I ended up going to bed at ten and waking up at five to start my homework before class at nine. I hit the snooze alarm three times and then picked that damn book up before I even got out of bed. "Just one more chapter..."
Oh, and I bought a car.
Night 2
The plan was to see the Snuggle Ups play and dance, dance, dance all night. What really happened is that since one of the Snuggle boys was in the hospital, Satan himself was booked instead. In the words of my good friend Ted, the music sounded like ants attacking a spider. All of the lights were off, and over the chattering, screeching noise a deep voice from the bowels of hell threatened the audience for twenty minutes. But Matt was the DJ, and then these strung-out boys similar to the Snuggle Ups sang and danced, and everyone had a good time in the end. I even danced with an established gay man, and he taught me some ballroom dance steps. (The last time I learned anything about ballroom dancing was in Freshman P.E., where they would line the girls up on one side of the room and the boys on the other, and then everyone would pair up and walk across the gym holding hands. Sweat! Body odor! Five inches away from weird facial hair!)
It is my sister's 21st birthday, but she has two kids and so was unable to meet us for a birthday dinner.
