Dance the night away!

$6.88 Wham-O Slip N' Slide on sale at Target

After I walked Mulligan this morning (and saw so many neighbors out--10am on a Saturday, obvious--with whom I had cotton-mouthed conversations and probably looked so booze-houndish), I discovered Katie (slept over last night, on TOP of my mom's neatly arranged bed set-up, i.e. hundreds of unnecessary pillows--thanks Kate, for knowing my mom's psychotic super-mom tendencies) was having a fight on the phone with Ashly, so I grabbed the Tribune and the Suburban Life and went back to lay in my bed. I found the title of today's blog (and tonight's inspiration for a party) in the Target Lowest Prices of the Season!!!! (maybe they didn't use that many exclamations) newspaper insert. So...to get to my point immediately, even though I desperately want to talk about how I think the quality of the Suburban Life has enhanced enormously due to (what I think is) the college journalism students who are home for the summer and got a job at Liberty publishing (Megan Brody is one--is that Brody's sister? Isn't she in college?)--they are actually making articles about arguments at community board meetings interesting! And have pull-quotes that are fun to read! You know they actually have studied the finer points of journalism, which I can't always say about staff writers the rest of the year. Oh, good, I guess I did get to talk about it.

Anyways...I'm writing this with the full realization that no one really reads my blogs, with the exception of Tommy and the Schneider brothers, Dan and Jeff (thanks friends!), and yours truly...however, I do want to have a slip n' slide event tonight. Partially bc I can't figure out how to fucking turn off the sprinkler by myself (you really need two people to do it: one to be on the right side of my house to turn the spigot, and one on the left side to yell when the water is turned off. I've tried to figure out how Mulligan could help me out with this, but...yeah, you see my point, she doesn't talk, at least in English) and I thought either get someone over here to help me turn it off, or make use of the sprinkler and have a par-tay! And when it gets too cold to slip n' slide, we could have a dance party or play rings, since all those who live in the city, be you frat or indie, probably know how to play rings. I know Jason Munchoff and Ben Hoffman do, bc that night you claimed I tried to jump in the fountain in the dead-end of Ashland was also the night we played rings with the mayor's high school friends in my driveway. Pardon me, I forgot I'm trying to consciously call him Le Chris now; the mayor has been retired.

SO: call me if there are no plans, I would love to make use of my empty house tonight since I'm not sure the next time K and R go to the lake. And I have Mulligan with me too, also a rarity if they're gone. She would really like to hang out tonight too; she gets so fucking depressed and all mopey red-eyed every time it looks like I'm going out.

Ooh, good segue into last night: the Barbi/GI Joe party. Big surprise, me, Melissa and Katie were the only real Barbies there who actually dressed up. [Katie as 1950s Glamour Barbie with a vintage cocktail dress and rhinestone jewelry all courtesy of Marian Kwilosz; Melissa as Aerobicized Barbie, in yellow fishnets, tube socks, her mom's white high-top Reeboks, 80s jogging shorts a la Prefontaine and a piece of fabric I got in Rio tied around her forehead as a sweatband; me (again, big surprise here) as Punk Barbie (I don't even know if I've ever seen Punk Barbie, but if they have Earring Magic Ken and Hip Hop Barbie, they have to have fucking Punk Barbie) with a cotton candy pink bobbed wig I bought in the Hague (I was thinking Natalie Portman in the movie about adultery I can't remember the name of right now), those white mod earrings I wear all the time (basically my outfit was clothes I wear all the time anyway), this one-shoulder magenta sequined halter, my ripped Nelson concert tee over that, tons of cheapo fake beads like the ones they give you in New Orleans when you show your tits (not why I have them; last time I was there, I was with my parents, who probably wouldn't appreciate me showing my "breasts"--I can imagine my mom saying that), denim miniskirt, hot pink fishnets, these electric blue heels I bought a couple years ago in Florida when I was "mod" for Halloween (again, wearing stuff that I would normally wear), and to top it off, fishnet gloves in hot pink (me and Maura bought these for ourselves and a pair for Katie and Lainey, since we have plans to be Jem and the Holograms for Halloween, with Lainey being a mini-Jem). We all looked so amazing.] But, Katie's cousin Vincey said it was going to be a Barbie HO and GI Joe party, so of course, the Schaumburg/Arlington Heights girls took that to mean: oh, great we can just wear what we wear when we go clubbing at Zero Gravity. Essentially, they all looked like they were at a regular party, wearing what they would wear to one of those. BORING. And slutty, but not even in a cool way. Now we show up as a trio of three real fucking Barbies, with actual themes in mind, and the place was packed, but not very exciting. AND we saw Tino! At the party! Katie was like, "Dad?" And it took him a second (he had to swipe through the boozewebs clouding his eyes) but he was like, "Kate?" Ha ha, father/daughter reunion. Oh and we later got Tino to dance, and do his signature move (can't even attempt to write about it; must be seen in person). So we brought the dance party, and attacked the stereo (cd collection = lame; only notable entry was two House of Pain cds), threw on some MJ, ABBA, and an 80s collection bought from TimeLife or some infomercial. This one guy asked me, when we were smoking on the porch, "You must be from the city! Where'd you get that wig, girl?" Ha ha, loser. I live in my parents' house in La Grange Park; I only pretend to live in the city. But people in the burbs can't wear wigs too? What the fuck; I'm going to wear that thing to the Jewel next time I go grocery shopping. That was essentially the clientele at the party, save for Vincey, Tino, Katie, Melissa, and me. Then this asshole was rude to Melissa when she accidentally spilled some beer on him and he freaked out, tossing his drink in her face--he was a good shot too, her outfit was completely soaked. Do you realize dickhead, that we prepared for this evening in my bedroom with a bottle of wine? And planned our accessories? All you had to do was throw on some army cargo pants and you're set. Vincey kicked him out bc as Katie said, we were on the VIP list since we were affiliated with him, but the party was going downhill and we were like, let's peace it. Oh, I haven't heard Anna Picon say that in so long: I'm peacin it. Miss her!

We got back to my house, layed on the floor with Mulligan, then me and Katie passed out. We went out to eat at Cafe Calbay this morning and I tried corn beef hash for the first time: not bad, I understand what all the fuss is about. I don't think it will become part of my morning breakfast order, but at least I know what the fuck it tastes like now. I have three magazines to read and all this mail to open: I can't wait!

But call me if anyone is interested in suburban house party. I think Tommy might be in town? I hope Boomsma is too, heck the whole U of I crowd should be in town, but if you guys did city bars last night, do an LGP rager tonight.

posted by SES @ 3:37 PM