I'm feeling a little unfocused. I'm phoning in my course work. I haven't blogged much. I'm reading the same amount, but little bits of a bunch of books instead of one long stretch of a single work, which I think is making me a little twitchy. Eve is in drama camp next week, so I should probably try to sit my ass down and read or write something for a couple of hours just to see if I still can.
Since we were too tired to plan a party or anything the last day of school, Eve invited two friends over for a sleepover the following Friday. Three girls doesn't always work that well, and I'm not someone who can pull off effortless parties, but these three mesh really well together, and a minimum of planning plus their effervescent personalities made the whole thing extremely amusing and entertaining.
First, some movie preparation: we went to Kernels and said "What's the biggest bag of popcorn you can legally sell us?" The girl said "Come back in twenty minutes". Added benefit:: once I was carrying this baby, she didn't want to go to Joshua Perets anymore, so I probably saved at least three times what it cost.
Preparatory lip-glossing, courtesy of Marianna's Mom.
Turns out bubbles are pretty much ageless in their appeal.
Is there any rule about three on a wand?
Eve enacts The Matrix with bubbles instead of bullets:
I know I'm easily amused, but is this not just pretty freaking cool?
Then they walked to Starbucks ALL BY THEMSELVES, and I was not worried, not a bit. Because who is going to tangle with a passel of badasses like this?
Then, the donning of the aprons.
A few eggs may have been harmed in the filming of this segment of our evening.
They actually did all the mixing and measuring themselves, in between all the posing.
They did the icing themselves too - I'm sure you couldn't tell.
Then we turned Eve loose with an Icing Scribbler and a picture and voila - Dauntless Cake.
Then they had supper, with fancy drinks.
And manicures, because they're all elegant and shit.
Fuzzy nail polish.
Then a movie - which I had seen on a list of "movies you should make your kids watch" and realized I had never watched myself. This resulted in the catchphrase for the rest of the party being "It's okay - it's the eighties."
Then air-mattress-blowing up, blanket-fluffing and tuck-ins. And an acceptably quiet level of hilarity until midnight or so (apparently Marianna is really bad at the Game of Life).
And the next morning. Still friends! And we have to get Marielle some unicorn pajamas.