Odd Experiences
Friday night I had both a flashback to 1995, and a flash forward to bizarro world. Where, you ask? Well, gosh darnit, it was at a good-ole' fashion girly sleepover with the "gang" from high school (listen to me, will ya? I sound like Archie for crying out loud... The gang...)
1995 World: Having a rocking time playing "Girl Talk" with Free Samples, Fingers, and Poomobile, to the point of almost peeing my pants. Highlight? When Poomobile had to call someone and ask if the cutest boy in school had a crush on her. So she called her brother in sucky Victoria and inquired as to whether or not he thought Poomobile's husband actually liked her, because, you know, she really likes him and all (*scuffs toe*)...
Bizarro World: Sharing a bed with Fingers. There we were, me doing Sudoku and she reading a book, tucked in for the night with our glasses of water and (for me anyway) a Kleenex tucked in my sleeve. I looked over at her, just before giving up on my blasted puzzle, switching off my bedside lamp and rolling over onto my good side, and realized that this is what my life would be like if we were married.
Good lord.
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Poomobile also had to "call a friend pretending to be someone famous". I listened to the message of me calling Big Guy pretending to be Paris Hilton and realized that I sounded like a 12 year old gigglepuss. "Hi Big Guy, it's Paris calling *giggle giggle*. I think you're hot *giggle*. I hate Nicole Ritchie...but Lindsay Lohan and I are becoming friends again *giggle*." We weren't even drunk.
And there lies the embarassing fact. We played Girl Talk... Sober.
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