I was going to eat that cake, but now it's all wet and I don't think I WANT ANY

[entelein]

It was a balmier night than predicted - that summer cool where sweat can still spring up on your brow in a weird, clammy way, and the scent of dew and citronella smoke clings to the inside of your nose to remind you that you are in the depths of July. Chicago anomaly of cool and sweet, with its blue moon hanging crisp and perfect in the sky, mottled surface a delicate grey that begs to be splashed down in watercolor, or looked at bit more closely through a telescope. We expected a roasting heat, and got a gentle sunny lazy golden twilight. 'Twas nice.

Good friends Pam and Ben threw a Cocktail Party out in the semi-boonies tonight, serving up hourly drink specials and playing every tune that begged for tiki decor except for The Girl From Ipanema, if you can believe it. I grabbed a candy wristwatch whose pinkly-stamped surface perpetually read 10:10, and I sipped Coca-Cola out of a small, cold bottle, avoiding my lawn chair of doom. Don't get me wrong, it's a great chair. A little too great. It's a canvas fold-out thinger that you can pick up from any general store, replete with footrest and cup-holder in the left armrest. When I finally did sink down into it, I immediately canted my hips slightly to the side and pulled my legs up a bit, gazing up at the sky, the trees far above, feeling the last of the afternoon sun wash over us all, a nice dose of Planters Punch in my hand. I never wanted to get up again, really. Oh cabana boy ... ...

There was grilling and hors d'oeuvre'ing and drinkering and even little paper umbrellas, and then, please, I know you think I am an utter nerd, but there was lip synching, as part of a contest. I know, I know. At first, I thought, "Oh, this will be fun, I'll do some insanely hard song and I'll totally take third place because the other nerds at the party will do some even more intricate song from some obscure musical they all know," and then I thought perhaps I didn't have a single good song to go out there with, and then, as I was drying my hair before jumping in the car, I decided I would do a song, and it would be, "I Love Ya Baby" from some Space Ghost CD I got from kittylad some time back. It came off really well, and I uh, ended up winning the damned contest. Tip for all you contestants of lip sync contests out there: if they're doing applause-o-meter style judging, be the last person in line to get the applause. Heh heh.

So Pam handed me the prize: Operation, which is this game that's been around forever, and involves you taking metal tweezers to pluck fake plastic body parts out of this cavities in an illustrated board of a cartoony man on an operating table without touching the sides of the cavity, which complete a tiny circuit that makes a loud buzzing noise (and your poor patient's nose lights up, too). You can remove his writer's cramp, his broken heart, and his funny bone. Har! I've got my old Chutes and Ladders here at my apartment now, but I suspect the Operation I played with as a kid may still be in storage.

The drinking was good, except that I went by myself, necessitating getting my own ass home, and so I took sips of the Planter's Punch and the Royal Flushes and the Daqueries and the Brandy Alexanders, and had another ice cold Coca-Cola in a tiny little cold bottle. I'm sugared up now, rather than liquored up, and it's a weird sensation, as I never really drink pop any more.

It was a nice party, though. I am queen nerd of lip synching, also.

Comments

[athenais.livejournal.com]

You so rule. I am trying to learn how to shed my dignity and do karaoke. I think lip syncing would be way fun! Not nerdy.

[entelein.livejournal.com]

You can totally keep your dignity and do karaoke.

I say fie to all those people who are singers and won't do it for some weird aesthetic reason. Those people are missing out, for true.

[woofiegrrl.livejournal.com]

BRAK BRAK BRAK!

I am pretty sure we have all of the Space Ghost CDs that have been produced. I love Brak.

Oh, and my co-worker danced to "I Love You Baby" at her wedding. :)

[entelein.livejournal.com]

Hee, that's awesome.

[ozy-y2k.livejournal.com]

I loved OPERATION. That rubber band thingy always screwed me up, though, yo.

[entelein.livejournal.com]

I should unwrap the game RIGHT NOW and play it.

Then again, maybe I won't. Hrm.

[mutantur.livejournal.com]

Muwahahahahahaha!

When you told me about this tonight, I just kept thinking "Light blue turquoise." "Turquoise light blue!"

But didn't say it.