While Medusa takes a picture of the tit-cozy, and of the sweet Chalupa, I shall tell you all a little story.
Once upon a time, Medusa and I were graduate students at Death Star University. Crazy and Medusa decided that they were going to have an after-hours get-together after a night out seeing one of our favorite bands. This sort of thing is, obviously, quite spontaneous in its generation, but at the same time, Medusa and Crazy are committed hostesses with the mostesses, and thus, we had high hopes. It all began with an invitation to the band. Medusa invited the front-man; Crazy's charge was to invite the incomprehensible bassist. This bassist originated in Northern Ireland, and nobody understood a "fooking" word of what he said - ever - but Crazy made a valiant, valiant attempt. Crazy should also note that it was a fucking blizzard outside that night, but, committed drinkers that we are, we did not falter because of the inclement weather! Oh no, we did not!
So we gave directions to all and sundry, and we made our way back to Medusa's establishment. But then! Alas! She lived on a one-way street! And the sign for the street! It had been blown by the vicious winds of the snowstorm! It was facing in the wrong direction! What if our party-goers could not find the house?
So What Would Medusa and Crazy Do (WWMaCD)? Well, we clearly stopped the car. And Crazy hoisted Medusa to her shoulders to turn the sign around. Obviously, that was the only possible option.
But. Medusa lived on Ben Affleck's mom's street. And a car goes by, during the sign-turning operation, and the driver shouts out "Hey!" and shakes his head. Clearly, Ben Affleck saw us performing this delicate operation. Clearly.
But we were not daunted. No indeed. We persevered, and we turned that sign in the right direction.
Tragically, no guests arrived at Medusa's on that fateful eve. Did the sign get blown back in the wrong direction by the wind? Did those that we invited forsake us? We do not know.
Another possible option is that we fell asleep before they arrived. On yet another occasion, we organized a similar after hours gathering. We went to sleep. When we awakened, we wondered why no one had shown up. Later, we checked the voice mail. Apparently, we were sleeping when our many guests arrived.
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I think we're supposed to comment up here now.
I want to know more about the Ben Affleck's mom part. (1) How do you know? (2) Did you invite her to the parties? (3) Did Ben Affleck ever want to come over for Thanksgiving?
aWell. We knew that the Affleck mom lived on that street because if you live in Cambridge, you know where the Afflecks originate. Did Ben Affleck ever want to come over? I'm sure he did, but tragically we never issued an invitation (not in the least because the only time we ever saw him was when we were turning a street sign around in a snowstorm). If we could have invited the Mom of Affleck over for a party, we sure would have.
In other news, Prince's 1999 is on the shuffle! Hurrah!
Affleck simply admired you from afar. I see, I see.
Mom of Affleck would have livened up the party, no doubt, for real.
Someone I would NOT boink? Dane Cook. Icky.
Eww. Right on, Bright *, re: Dane Cook. Repulsive.
I third the Dane Cook ixnay. Wholeheartedly!
this story totally reminds me of the movie 200 cigarettes with martha plimpton where she's all sad no one is coming to her party so she drinks herself into a stupor and then after she passes out, everyone comes tot he party without. and elvis costello shows up and plays the party and she misses it. yeah.
Ok, A. That's my favorite part of 200 Cigarettes
i love that movie. martha plimpton makes me think of profgrrrl. i blogged that once.
That was sooooooo fake have you ever heard of look up? You need to re-write!
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