Saturday, October 30, 2004
At a party last night I shook Elton John's hand and introduced myself confidently: 'Hi, my name is Lauree. That's L-A-U-R-E-E, Lauree, spelled with two "E"s'. Then I shook his hand twice more, as there were three of him.
Rebekah's roommate, Jen, knew a girl throwing a party at her house off Boston Avenue. Coincidentally, I also knew a girl throwing a party at her house off Boston Avenue. The girls were different, but the house was the same. Jen knew one roommate, Jessie, from a philosophy class they took together last year. Kelsey, the Classical Society president, had earlier invited me. Jen and I decided, over the course of the evening, that we should marry each other. I only had a few JELL-O shots.
Some guy invited me to play a card game with his group. I sat down (at Jen's absolute insistence) thinking, Gee, I hope this isn't one of those drinking games where everyone ends up naked. I almost asked; the prospect made me that nervous. On the ride home I told Jen, Rebekah, and Kevin, who all laughed at me... not with... at...
I don't see what's so funny.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 6:20 AM]