Winner Formal

Some days, I genuinely wonder why someone hasn't approached us about making a sitcom of our lives.

To recap, today was Winter Formal, the lamest of all 3 of Hoover's dances. We attended last year and Freshman year as well, because we were naive and thought we were cool. This year, we decided early on to skip it because it was lame, loud, and Homecoming really wasn't even that fun this year. As it turned out, Manda ended up being dragged by her boyfriend, and since we suck as friends, we refused to sacrifice ourselves and go with her. And then pretty much everybody else we know decided to go too. Until it was just me, Bee, and Wuh. Oh, and Chelsea, who is currently recuperating from jaw surgery.

And since we're losers, we created WINNER Formal.

(Yeah, it's okay. I hate us too.)

When today rolled around, we still had basically no plan except that we knew we wanted to visit Chelsea. At 3:30 today, we decided that tonight, we would dress up, go for dinner at Tasty Garden, visit Chelsea, and then go to Malone University for 'En Garde' which was a 40 minute really un-epic re-enactment of 5 epic fight scenes from plays/movies.

I kid you not. Yes it exists. Yes we went.

Thank God it was only 40 minutes long, because the douche at the ticket booth gave me and Wuh seats next to each other, but he sat Bee three rows behind us, which was ridiculous because we were all talking in line together, and it was pretty obvious we were together. Also, I don't know if I would have made it through the production if it had been any longer than 40 minutes. There was really only one decent actor in the production, and he was the director. They did an okay job with it, but parts of it were just kind of painful.

After that, we decided to go to Borders to get coffee. Since Edna, the SYNC technology in my car, is the biggest bitch in the world (as far as robots go)(seriously, I should do a blog on her because there are a lot of really good Edna stories), she chose not to play us any good music and wouldn't let me shuffle anything that wasn't my Sara Bareilles Live at the Fillmore CD, we decided to switch over to the radio.

And since nothing good was playing on the radio, and the radio has really bad reception since my mom backed into the garage and broke the antenna on the car, we ended up listening to folk music on 89.7.

I really, really wish I were kidding.

I have no idea what the hell we listened to, but it was a never-ending song about a 'circle never ending' sung by a creepy, pedophile-y sounding man who probably still lives with his mother. So we listened to that and laughed ourselves sick on the way to Borders because of what huge losers we are.

And the thing is, it's really not even a good story.