Friday, March 11, 2011

golden dumpsters

Just a typical Friday night.

Gina picks me up from Wellesley Middle School where I was performing with the Tupelos at AcaStock. We pull into the driveway behind Pomeroy residence hall, waiting for our friend Cosmo to finish babysitting. We sit in the car chatting and laughing, and after some time I plug in her iPod and turn on the song "Golden Slumbers" by the Beatles. Mind you, it is not the happiest of tunes.

We sit there in the dark, in car, behind a dumpster, waiting for Cosmo and singing along to the woeful/hopeful melody of John, Paul, George, and Ringo. During the second verse, Gina pulls out her plastic bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper, takes a sip and asks "want some?". I smirk and refuse the offer. Then, as if on cue, Gina and I break into hysterics realizing the situation we are actually in.

Picture this: two college aged girls, parked in a White Sedan, in a handicapped parking spot, next to a huge navy blue dumpster, with only the faint light of a single lightbulb illuminating the scene. Not your typical "big party" Friday Night.

We then turn on the Into the Woods soundtrack. (Yes, we were waiting for quite some time)
We sing through 'Agony', 'Goodbye Old Friend', and 'It Takes Two' and eventually decide that we should look for somewhere to eat. Driving down Central, we come upon a police roadblock. Consequently, we are forced to turn down a dark, foggy, wooded lane. With trees on either side of us, we drive down the road, listening to "No One Is Alone" - also from Into the Woods

Ironically, we are very much alone. In the woods.

We then decided not to go out to Brother Austin's house and instead, we come home and order Dominos Pizza. Cosmo finally gets home and returns to Munger and we collectively decided to watch my high school production of Into the Woods. While the Opening Number was playing, a deep Hispanic voice (think Fabio) bellowed "We're on our way my love, your delivery will be there shortly" -- Our Dominos tracker had dubbed over the musical. So hilarious

Love my life.

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