...was the name of a mix tape Dougan and I made in 1998. Really, just a fancy way of saying that hotel rooms are so awesome.
Monica's first order of business was to climb up on top of the closet; I joined her, but someone convinced me to get down again, which only made room for Pigeon to climb up. I tried on my new bra that I'd brought to wear on Saturday, only to have all the girls tell me all the ways in which I was wearing it wrong. It was kind of like the time in college when someone (I think it was Monica) informed me that I'd been putting the toilet seat covers down backwards my entire life. (And they're letting me get married?)
At one point, security came up to tell us there'd been a noise complaint - which was surely on account of the six of us, and not the UCI frat formal that was also happening in the hotel that weekend. If the security guard hadn't been like 70, we might have invited him in to strip for us.
When the SB Party Train finally got to the hotel, Pigeon, Amanda, & I went out on the "balcony" (more like a fire escape) to show them which room we were in by flashing our headlights - the real ones this time, not the grapefruits.
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2 comments:
Wow, I wish I had been there.
I just realized that I haven't read your blog in weeks. It was time for me to catch up.
It is amazing how preparing for a class presentation can make you focus on the important things in life...like Elle's blog.
I wondered what the grapefruits in the sink were, but they definitely looked classy.
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