february 27, 2004
MHR proprietresses' birthday party

scene i:
(in which we think everyone hates us)
friday evening, around 9pm. about ten people are sitting in my living room, not talking to each other.

 

scene ii:
(in which MHR's first party is a success)
friday evening, around 11pm. The Monads are playing. about forty people are crammed into my house on the first floor. people are stomping & hollering & wildly applauding.

 

scene iii:
(in which there's almost a fistfight)
saturday morning, shortly after midnight. liz & i are on the way to white castle to get cheese fries for leon, & as we're wending our way through the crowd, we pass a group of people including caroline, laurel, tom, dan, & emily.

EMILY:
i just don't get it -- it's EASY to find a job.

CAROLINE:
furiously strumming her guitar in order to avoid punching emily in the face.

LAUREL:
what?

DAN:
WHAT?

LAUREL:
i have a bachelor's degree in math & i'm a secretary. caroline has a bachelor's degree in religious studies & english literature -- she subbed for two years & is now a secretary. steph has a bachelor's degree in religious studies & english literature -- she was a secretary & is now a nanny. bryan has an associate's degree in automotive maintenance & can't find work at all. IT'S EASY TO FIND A JOB?!!

ME:
(to liz) let's just go RIGHTNOW.

 

scene iv:
(in which people i've never met show up)
saturday morning, around 130am. doorbell rings. i open the door. standing there are two boys i've never seen in my life. one looks like cheech marin & is holding a plastic bag full of leaves. the other's grinning & holding a paper bag with liquor in it.

ME:
um?

NOT-CHEECH:
hi.

ME:
hi.

NOT-CHEECH:
i know caroline? i'm oscar.

ME:
ooooooooooookay then.

The Monads in the dining room

johnny

this is the night anna roland & i discovered we attended the same high school

laurel (note stacks of Monads CDs in the background)

laurel on the kitchen floor

vegan ben running sound

rich & beth

jimmy & carrie & libby

dan, ever fuzzy & contemplative

baslertron, my favorite party guest EVER

bryan's post-party email included this postscript:

"Oh, P.S. I really meant to play happy birthday for you guys. I had the chord melody all worked out and everything. For some reason I ended up getting the inkling that I was going to pass out(I know, pretty nancified) and figured I should go home before it got bad enough that I might Chevy some pedestrians. So, happy belated birthday."

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