Imagine this scenario: your sixteen-year-old daughter goes out with her friends for an evening, and comes back at 10:30PM with only one shoe on, holding a half-eaten bag of Cheetos. Yeah, my dad probably would have freaked a little if he saw me come in this evening. The thing is, he went out with Lisa (my step-mom) before Mysti (my best friend) came to pick me up, and he's still not home.
So yeah, I went to see the Pittsford Summer Enrinchment Institute's production of Grease tonight. It was closing night, and it was amazing. Kudos to the cast and crew! (a special shout-out to my long-time friend, Stephanie Krusch, who was positively amazing). I was only wearing one shoe when I came home because my flip-flops were being evil. The left one is completely shot. Oh well. I decided at intermission to screw trying to walk in it and just put in my bag for the rest of the night. And the sad thing is, no one but my closest friends (who were already well aware of my shoe woes) noticed. Wow. The Cheetos came curtosy of Anita Handa (another long-time friend); she got them for me at intermission. All in all, it was quite an enjoyable evening.
I'm now chilling at home again, still munching on Cheetos. All hail the orange, cheesy glory!
1 comment:
I'm your best friend? I feel so loved lol. And i still can't believe NO ONE else noticed your lack of a shoe, lol. That's funny!
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