the butterfly effect

2009-01-25 1:41 p.m.

I have been acting out of character for the past couple of days. Social and proud, to be specific.

Christine and I have realised that we're too old to party into the wee hours now. We've gotten used to hosting things at our apartment, and kicking everyone out around midnight so that we can go to sleep. It's exhausting to go out! To not only one, but two parties to boot. Granted, the first party that we went to, a toga party that one of our former students threw, we were only at for twenty minutes. I don't know how we used to go to that sort of thing. It was sweaty, there was sex going on in the bathroom, and the floor was slick with beer. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

The second party was a bit of a crashing operation; it was a personal birthday party that we weren't invited to. Amazingly, I spent the majority of my time there not with the people I came with. I met many people, and had good conversations with most of them. It was a shame that the cutest of the guys I met told me that he hated the british Office. Our conversation came to a literal halt. I didn't have anything left to say to him. Ridiculous but true.

We got home around 2 am and I went to sleep immediately. I got a good eight hours that night, but still felt awful the next morning. We're out of coffee filters in the apartment, too. Damn. Thai made Donny and I get up and go with him to Westminster, the vietnamese area of Orange County for new year's festivities. It was a veritable nightmare! We saw people actually getting out of their cars to fight in parking lots, illegal firecrackers were going off everywhere, and I was violently hit in the face at one point. A short asian lady was waving her grocery basket around above her head as she tried to squeeze through the crowds, and almost took my eye out. Luckily, she wasn't very strong, or else the entire left side of my face would be bruised.

Thai actually managed to drag Donny and I to the infamous PLT mall. There's nothing to be proud about this place, and yet vietnamese people are. It's the go-to tourist spot for Orange County (not saying much at all). The fifty percent of the mall is dedicated to gaudy gold jewelry stores and the other half sells Coach knockoffs printed with "G"s and shirts that say "DNKY" or "Channel". I hadn't been there in five years. We wandered the flower market for awhile, then went inside to find Donny, who was supposed to be in the restroom. Thai and I got sucked into each tacky store, looking at plastic shoes, Hannah Montana tee shirts, and Sailor Moon posters. I've filled my quota for a lifetime. Don't think I'll be heading back anytime soon.

So rude and ridiculous of me to wear overalls to a toga party, I know.

The David Sedaris/hobbit lookalike to my right was my almost my favourite discovery of the night. Second only to a box of donuts that we probably stole.

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