So, . . . yeah. Let's get going, because I've got a bunch of stuff stored up for you guys this week! And it's all doubly stupid.
Now, I've explained to all of you about the joys of doing stupid stuff. And who likes to do stupid stuff more than me? (If there really is an answer, clue me in!) So, picture this: I'm wearing black plastic pants, a black tank top, lots of glittery make-up, and my black and white cow spotted cowboy hat. Pretty nutsy lookin' chick, huh? Well, now picture that Amber is wearing some tight shiny black pants, a colorful halter top, and a black snakeskin cowboy hat.
To answer your question, yes, we are crazy.
Being me, I forgot (hmm, me forget? imagine that!) my good $15 black pleather jacket at school, so I ended up wearing my letterman's jacket to Marshfield.
Time out for this fast breaking news flash: No one who graduated should wear their letterman's coat in college. I think it's wrong, right up there with wearing it without a letter.
Anyway, so we were going to go dancing. Too bad no one told us that the place wasn't open on Fridays. So, we were forced to entertain ourselves (and a lot of confused looking people) by wandering around Marshfield.
And entertain we did!
To begin with, we entered Target without our jackets on. It wasn't all that cold, just a little nippy, so it was OK. As we were wandering, some guy and his wife kept on making faces at us while we walked around and struck poses in the middle of the aisles. They acted as if they'd never seen a couple of girls in Target at quarter to ten at night.
Well, next we went to Walmart. We got there right before some 45 year old guys. Amber and I weren't sure if it was a compliment when we strutted past and one guy turned to the other and said, "Gee, I wish my wife would send me shopping more often!"
So, after walking through Walmart and getting people to hide behind clothing racks so that they could point and laugh at us, we decided that we were a little hungry. Perkins, here we come!
Needless to say, the group of about ten guys in front of us took notice of our outifts, too. One of them, who was wearing one of those big furry hats with the ear things on the sides (think stuck-in-the-middle-of-a-blizzard-in-the-middle-of-Alaska hats) approached us and asked if we would trade hats with him. "Hmm, probably not," we said. "But mine's fuzzy!" he said. Sorry, I just don't think that a middle-of-winter hat would have had the same effect with our outfits . . .
So, our outing in Marshfield was pretty entertaining. We had a lot of good laughs, and no one reminded us that Halloween was last month.
I'd like to once again thank Amy Gauerke for finding us those guys. I'd also like to acknowledge Steph, who had to put up with Amy, Amber, and me as we wandered around in our outrageous outfits while she was wearing normal clothes.
I hope your weekend was as entertaining as mine was!
-Sarah
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***Two Dose updates:
1. This is Ben's response to Daily Dose #436:
"Why is it that 95% of the girls seem to be running off to the Gap and
Starbucks decked out in their Tommy and Ralph Lauren clothes while wearing the
newest perfume from Calvin Klein and jumping into a BMW their lawyer father
bought them while listening to The Backstreet Boys, Korn, and assorted other
trash while having the audacity to honk at the pedestrians who are scrapping
by on financial aid, a Pell Grant, and plasma donations, who are simply
crossing the street to make it the Nader office to protest corporate control
in America and the plight of feminism?"
2. Seth's middle name is Deke (thanks Mindo!).