Labor Day Party
Our theme was cross-dressing 70s rock stars. Emily and I got the costumes at the thrift store since the guys were going to D.C. to pick up the JVs there. Jon looked fetching in a peach gown, and he enthusiastically gave himself D cups. Chris wanted to be Stevie Nicks, so we got him a nice black pantsuit, but he ripped it when he put his arms through. He just put a black t-shirt underneath and borrowed a scarf from me to wrap around his waist so he could leave something to the imagination. Emily was Sid Vicious, and I wasn't anyone in particular, but I found a really nice hideous purple vest to wear.
Jon knew that I hated parties and crowds, and longwindedly told me how proud he was that I was talking to people and having a good time. I mostly stayed out on the porch away from the drinking games. I talked to Andy, the LaSallian volunteer from Jon's school and a random neighbor. I stayed around until about 11:30, then I tried to go to bed because James was calling at 8 a.m. the next day (9 p.m. his time). It was so loud that I couldn't get to sleep until 2. I was relieved that the house was still standing when I woke up. I had to step over five people sleeping in the foyer when I went to get the phone in the morning.
Everybody is still hanging out at the house, so I've been out most of the day. I was good at the party, but now I just want to have everyone leave the house. I went to the free bookstore today, which was bliss. They have a poor science fiction collection, but everything else is quite good. I got eleven books for zero dollars. Now I'm at Hopkins pretending to be a college student. Today is their freshmen convocation, so I see lots of students and parents wandering around. It's hard to believe I was one of them three months ago.
