erotic cookie baking last night, as advertised in stef and eliz’s hilariously lewd email invite. eliz spent 40 minutes printing out, um, inspiration, which she used to paper the walls of the trailer where the making and baking was taking place. i forget how ghetto that trailer is til i introduce someone to it, and last night i brought in my dearfriend anne. she’s the first chick from DIS i’ve seen since leaving copenhagen and despite slightly longer hair she was reassuringly the same. a weird view to give someone of swat, to be sure. here’s where our endowment goes: the spacious, luxurious danawell trailer. note the three different patterns of wallpaper!
they made way too much frosting so i swiped one of the extra bowls of blue. brigid wrinkled her little ohio nose at it when i showed her this morning: “that is not okay! that looks like melted smurf!” as i dipped one finger in and tried some she cried, “no! that’s papa!” brigid = priceless.
after the making and baking and frosting and giggling, the group trooped over to the new media lounge to watch hedwig on the big[ger] screen. as terrific as that film is — and it’s terrific nearly beyond words –, it’s even better when you watch it sitting next to kross’s mother (thank god at least when i asked her if she’d seen it before she said yes) and across the small room from a flamboyant group of first-timers. in delight, pain, horror, joy, whatever: they howled, howled, and howled.
this morning ben and i darted parrish to check his mailbox for watson notifcation. he made the first cut which whittled 30 hopefuls down to 10. yay benj! we stole breakfast intended for visiting parents in celebration. in the words of agent danger, i rather like him. he’s a fantastic fellow. (do yoself a favor and scroll down to read the new jersey exploits. mmm new jersey.)