An update from exotic Otsego, Michigan
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mathforlovers promised he daddy she'd get dinner with him this evening, which means I won't be home until considerably later than expected. Er, so much for work-- hey quixoticdancer, if you happen to see this and feel like telling BossPaul that I won't be around today seeing as I'm stranded on the other side of the state, that'd be cool. Not that he'll care or anything, but I suppose it's possible he might be interested in why I'm not there. Or maybe not. Whatev, as mathforlovers has suddenly become so fond of saying. My job rules.
Otsego has been really fun, in an oh-my-God-this-is-a-tiny-town kind of way. We've managed to make a ruckus anyway, for we are Melanie and Haley and making ruckuses is What We Do. Last night she and her delightfully debauched 15 year old "adopted" sister and I made the most fantastic fabric painted DIY little boy's t-shirts ever. If I remember, I'll post pictures when I get home. To give you a taste of things to come: they involve the phrase "the penis bandits." Oh yes they do.
Speaking of The Penis Bandits, we created an absolutely fabulous girly drink of the same name. Here's the recipe, should you be interested (proportions are fudged; we just sort of added stuff until it tasted good):
1 part white grape juice or, for added zing, white grape sparkling juice
1 part watermelon Jones Soda
1/2 part peach schnapps
Mmmm, the deliciousness.
Today we're going to explore the indie-fucker part of downtown K-zoo, which of course means indulging my inner thrift whore. Because god knows, if there's anything I need in my world right now, it's more clothes. Once again,mathforlovers is proving to be just the bad influence I need in my life. Oh yes, and we also get to finish doing our gloriously free laundry. Dude, Haley's mom actually folded my laundry for me. I tried to stop her, but she was having none of that. Haley insists that her mom loves folding laundry--I wouldn't want to keep her from doing what she loves, I guess. Anyway, I don't think my clothes have been that beautifully folded since I left for college. I heart Haley's mom.
I realized yesterday, sitting in the Otsego Applebee's with Haley and her mom and maternal grandparents, that I can count on one hand the number of friends I've had since college who I've visited in their hometowns, and I'm pretty sure Haley's the only one whose grandparents I've met. We were talking about how weird it is that you can be such good friends with people and know next to nothing about their past--when we were in elementary and middle and high school, we'd go over to our friends houses. We knew their parents and siblings, we knew when they had bad family situations and what their bedrooms looked like. Now it's fairly unusual that I even know my friends' parents. It's weird to think about.
On a completely unrelated note, when we were in Walmart shopping for tee-shirt making supplies last night, I stumbled upon and purchased a pair of panties that has three pink guitars in front and says "Rock" on the ass. Hell motherfuckin' yeah, baby.
mathforlovers promised he daddy she'd get dinner with him this evening, which means I won't be home until considerably later than expected. Er, so much for work-- hey quixoticdancer, if you happen to see this and feel like telling BossPaul that I won't be around today seeing as I'm stranded on the other side of the state, that'd be cool. Not that he'll care or anything, but I suppose it's possible he might be interested in why I'm not there. Or maybe not. Whatev, as mathforlovers has suddenly become so fond of saying. My job rules.Otsego has been really fun, in an oh-my-God-this-is-a-tiny-town kind of way. We've managed to make a ruckus anyway, for we are Melanie and Haley and making ruckuses is What We Do. Last night she and her delightfully debauched 15 year old "adopted" sister and I made the most fantastic fabric painted DIY little boy's t-shirts ever. If I remember, I'll post pictures when I get home. To give you a taste of things to come: they involve the phrase "the penis bandits." Oh yes they do.
Speaking of The Penis Bandits, we created an absolutely fabulous girly drink of the same name. Here's the recipe, should you be interested (proportions are fudged; we just sort of added stuff until it tasted good):
1 part white grape juice or, for added zing, white grape sparkling juice
1 part watermelon Jones Soda
1/2 part peach schnapps
Mmmm, the deliciousness.
Today we're going to explore the indie-fucker part of downtown K-zoo, which of course means indulging my inner thrift whore. Because god knows, if there's anything I need in my world right now, it's more clothes. Once again,
mathforlovers is proving to be just the bad influence I need in my life. Oh yes, and we also get to finish doing our gloriously free laundry. Dude, Haley's mom actually folded my laundry for me. I tried to stop her, but she was having none of that. Haley insists that her mom loves folding laundry--I wouldn't want to keep her from doing what she loves, I guess. Anyway, I don't think my clothes have been that beautifully folded since I left for college. I heart Haley's mom.I realized yesterday, sitting in the Otsego Applebee's with Haley and her mom and maternal grandparents, that I can count on one hand the number of friends I've had since college who I've visited in their hometowns, and I'm pretty sure Haley's the only one whose grandparents I've met. We were talking about how weird it is that you can be such good friends with people and know next to nothing about their past--when we were in elementary and middle and high school, we'd go over to our friends houses. We knew their parents and siblings, we knew when they had bad family situations and what their bedrooms looked like. Now it's fairly unusual that I even know my friends' parents. It's weird to think about.
On a completely unrelated note, when we were in Walmart shopping for tee-shirt making supplies last night, I stumbled upon and purchased a pair of panties that has three pink guitars in front and says "Rock" on the ass. Hell motherfuckin' yeah, baby.
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Date: 2004-06-28 05:07 pm (UTC)Only thinking of her happiness, of course! :-0
It's true, though...in hs, everyone knew everyone's home background, but then once you're out on your own...