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Sunday, June 05, 2005
Promiscuous (About Brins)
Speaking of the title, I really must look up 'Promiscuous' in the dictionary.
Brins and Rob's School Prom is preparing for launch, but I'm sure we'll both be happy to watch it do so from the sidelines. In fact, if we can find a wooden bench to sit on during the dancing, we can just sit through the whole thing (hm... 'Qualie' flashbacks...)
Well, as tradition demands, Britain has now grabbed America's High-School Prom system from under their very nose - it's been transformed into a spectacle of kids (I keep getting told not to, but I still call 'em kids!! Eeyahaha!!) masquerading as grown men and women in an 'adult for the day' scenario, dining on fine delicacies (for crying out loud, I WANTED THE CORN FLAKES!!), and flawlessly executing the Dashing White Sergeant, the Gay Gordons, and whatever else comes under the scope of social dancing (Rob and I spent four years of High-School looking inconspicious and eluding the grasp of P.E. social dances, so we don't know any of them, and don't plan to). Don't say this doesn't happen! I've got photos from last year's Year Book (America again...), which I asked for and received for free, to prove it!
Having seen the photos of last year's Prom, some inhibitions are destroyed. Both myself and Rob had images of a quick slap up meal, followed by some bar-person shoving on a myriad of violent strobe lights, slamming on an insanely loud CD, and us spending the rest of the evening screaming conversation at each-other over the madness or noise and light. And people dancing. Everyone else is probably disappointed at the absence of these things.
I don't drink, thus ends the story.
I might tell you about it once it's over, but maybe not. It's ironic that after saying I didn't talk about myself anymore, here's an 'About Brins' post. Expect some to follow eventually. I'm working on updating my archives with the code-title system, for you archive-browsers. Please, be patient! I'll see you later.
But, as regards the Prom, I have one last note: I am not wearing a kilt. Nevermind.
Update: Definition of 'promiscuous': Casual; random
Does 'promiscuous' sound 'casual' to you?! It doesn't to me. Definitions are very odd.
Speaking of the title, I really must look up 'Promiscuous' in the dictionary.
Brins and Rob's School Prom is preparing for launch, but I'm sure we'll both be happy to watch it do so from the sidelines. In fact, if we can find a wooden bench to sit on during the dancing, we can just sit through the whole thing (hm... 'Qualie' flashbacks...)
Well, as tradition demands, Britain has now grabbed America's High-School Prom system from under their very nose - it's been transformed into a spectacle of kids (I keep getting told not to, but I still call 'em kids!! Eeyahaha!!) masquerading as grown men and women in an 'adult for the day' scenario, dining on fine delicacies (for crying out loud, I WANTED THE CORN FLAKES!!), and flawlessly executing the Dashing White Sergeant, the Gay Gordons, and whatever else comes under the scope of social dancing (Rob and I spent four years of High-School looking inconspicious and eluding the grasp of P.E. social dances, so we don't know any of them, and don't plan to). Don't say this doesn't happen! I've got photos from last year's Year Book (America again...), which I asked for and received for free, to prove it!
Having seen the photos of last year's Prom, some inhibitions are destroyed. Both myself and Rob had images of a quick slap up meal, followed by some bar-person shoving on a myriad of violent strobe lights, slamming on an insanely loud CD, and us spending the rest of the evening screaming conversation at each-other over the madness or noise and light. And people dancing. Everyone else is probably disappointed at the absence of these things.
I don't drink, thus ends the story.
I might tell you about it once it's over, but maybe not. It's ironic that after saying I didn't talk about myself anymore, here's an 'About Brins' post. Expect some to follow eventually. I'm working on updating my archives with the code-title system, for you archive-browsers. Please, be patient! I'll see you later.
But, as regards the Prom, I have one last note: I am not wearing a kilt. Nevermind.
Update: Definition of 'promiscuous': Casual; random
Does 'promiscuous' sound 'casual' to you?! It doesn't to me. Definitions are very odd.
Brins would appreciate it if you didn't swear in your comments
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