Bad News
So, it's roughly 9pm...and I hear a knock on our door. "This is strange." I think to myself. So, I peep through the peep hole, and there is a cute co-ed standing there with little flyers. "Great..." I think as I open the door.
Co-ed: "Hi! I just wanted to invite you to our St. Patrick's Day party...we live in apartment 7 and we'd love for you to come by and hang out."
Me: "Ok, thanks."
Co-ed: "Yeah, there's gonna be drinks and snacks and stuff...so feel free to come."
Me: "Sounds great. Thanks so much." (while thinking - "cut me a break, gal. I don't wanna hang with you and your drinking buddies.")
So...I come back in and look at the little flyer she gave me. It's so cute, on green construction paper and cute little four leaf clovers drawn on it. It announces:
"Keg, mixed drinks, shots" all normal stuff. Then it says the words that made me want to pack my bags and run:
"If you hear us, please come join!"
My thought "If I here you, my cantankerous husband and I will call the cops! That's what we'll do!!!"
Anyway...if you think of it, have a moment of silence for us on Thursday night. Because it certainly won't be silent here.
Oh - the best part - their names: "Hosted by: Ginger, Jenni, Bianca, and Dana." How much more surrealistic can it get????
5 comments:
Totally call the cops. You're my heroes for calling them before.
Apparently the entire city of South Bend hosts its own bender all day, with a series of shuttles to take people from bar to bar from noon until four in the morning.
Hopefully the old people will all be quiet.
Cheers! (And hello to both of you! I'll surely call if I'm in VA. If you ever feel like visiting the only good thing about South Bend -- me -- or...oh yeah, there's that university too...just drop me a line.)
My best to Ginger, Jenni, Bianca and Dana. :)
I actually think I will get some free beer first... THEN call the cops. That way, I will get the satisfaction of beer and the satisfaction of ruining some undergrad's evening without ever being suspected by the residents of Apt. 7. Two - or in this case, three - birds with one - or in this case, two - stones!
is this the mary who sat through countless hours of the welton-master with me in classes ranging from the tedious advanced research methods to the awkwardly entertaining psychological assessment?
not to mention the lovable, yet ennui-laden classes such as sensation/perception and *ack!* history & systems of psychology?
if so, i'm the redhead with the infectious (read: loud) laugh.
Yes...this is that Mary. I indeed sat through hours of Welton and the dashingly charming K.Seybold. haha. How could you forget to mention the hours I spent being your "confederate" in that devious little experiment????
Thanks for stopping by!
Ooo, devious, j. morgan. Very devious.
It's brilliant. Hey, you should place the call to the cops and then wander over, so you're there getting "in trouble" with everyone else.
Unless it would wind you up in jail. Then nix that.
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