the only thing worse
than bad memories
is no memories at all..
[dismemberment plan]
11.28.2003
Happy Post-Thanksgiving!
In the aftermath of Thanksgiving dinner last night, here I am, sitting in front of my computer, probably with at least 15 pounds of mushy food tenaciously clinging to my thighs and and ass.
Why is everything so mushy on Thanksgiving?
Mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, creamed corn, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie..
It must be a geriatric celebration in some way.
I've already had two more miniature sized Thanksgiving dinners for breakfast and lunch today, and a large pot of boiling turkey-mashed potato-cranberry-stuffing-green bean soup is currently on the stove, pervading the entire house with the aroma of nausea.
Wednesday night, I went to Goldenberg's birthday party at a rollerskating rink.
I had not been to a rollerskating birthday party since I was probably 8 years old.
Disco lights were spinning through the mist spraying out from smoke machines, and Ace of Base blasted out from the speakers throughout the night.
It was very mid-1990's-esque.
The cake was eventually brought out by three white trash rollerskating rink employees, all wearing the same black-and-white striped referee jerseys, all with the same terrible piercings on their faces. One of them, who was cutting the cake with an enormous butcher knife, turned around and smeared a huge glob of icing on another girl's pimply face, which immediately erupted into an all out food fight.
Everyone started screaming, "Bu-cake-ke!! Bu-cake-ke!!" in reference to the group's favorite porn genre, bukakke.
The rollerskating birthday party reminded me so much of my elementary school years, and yes, it was amazing.
Most of all, it reaffirmed my childhood aspiration to pursue a career in rollerskating, ideally as Miss Roller Derby Queen.
[Peek-a-Foo]