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let them eat cake 2009-04-04 8:15 p.m. I'm surprisingly calm. Not at all hey jaunty. Perhaps it should be alarming how emotionally removed I am, actually. I think about it enough to acknowledge that it happened, but not so much that I'm overanalyzing things, agonizing over things, etc. Cryptic is annoying, I know. People who were in attendance Thursday night know only too well what I'm talking about though. Christine's birthday party was a success in that everyone had fun (I think) and the cops didn't come. Downsides: lots of throwing up, not enough New Order. Not enough dancing at all, now that I think about it. We didn't get to all sing along to "The First Single", and someone messed up my playlist so that my perfectly orchestrated blocks of the Strokes, Phoenix and Ra Ra Riot didn't go as planned. We did dance to "Heads Will Roll", though without fake beheading Christine with a cardboard guillotine that I didn't have time to make. It was themed around Marie Antoinette, by the way - or french revolutionary, if you're not a fan. Christine wanted cupcakes and I just liked the soundtrack. It was hard to dress up, but we tried our best. Christina and I have never done bouffants, but I'd like to think that we did an admirable job. We even nestled a bluebird in Christine's curls - Peter, for future reference. He's currently taped to the wall in our hallway, one of many relics of the party. Additional evidence of the debauchery that went down: one tissue paper flower taped to the wall that I was too lazy to take down, a myriad of stains that are either vomit or rum and coke, and a tell-tale iPod leftover on my bedside table. If there was ever two people perfectly suited to pretend as though nothing had happened...
Fantastic, innit?
Dangerous...
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