happy farce of july! went to lala land with roommate ash. witnessed eugene in his element (he's a funny panda). i don't know if you really know a person until you see them with their high school friends.* just watching these guys was a riot; no need to talk or interact directly to be thoroughly entertained. they're bundles of energy who are not only the life of the party but who seem to make life a party.
enjoyed rooftop view of about three or four fireworks shows around l.a. the best ones looked about four inches tall from our vantage point. later, we did see some closer ones... driving by ucla greek row, fireworks launched from a frat house exploded overhead. fabulous.
getting dressed is like playing musical chairs or musical 'fits. the chorus doesn't really end until someone demands everyone just get in the car already because we're late.
"you're not wearing the purple one? let me try it."
"if you let me BORROW this shirt, i'll give you your jeans back... no, not ones i stole, you gave them to me!"
"these are my earrings. you can't take them. maybe mom has yours."
"is that my skirt that you said you didn't have?"
"wow ate, you would wear that? you're actually integrating color into your wardrobe." (my sisters harass me that i wear too much black.)
"no, wear the other one. with the jeans... and i'll wear this."
horn honking. everyone finally piles in. "do y'alls have everything? jacket, cell phone, id?" i give one last chance before we speed off, i mean drive carefully away, dad.
"do you have your shoes ate?" she pipes up from the back.
"boo, christina," i laugh. "yes, i do have shoes. two pairs actually, just in case."
she making fun of me for that time we went out and i forgot my shoes. i had to drive back home and then back. i don't like driving with heels or boots, so often i will just throw my shoes in the back and put them on when we arrive. and i forgot.