Sunday, August 24, 2003

Come and ride my Magic Bus

My good friend Mike came to visit last night, driving up from Kingston with his friend Rob. We were hanging out in my yard, getting ready to go out, when this bus --one with a sign reading "Magic Bus" -- pulled up in front of the house across the street. "That's odd," I said. "I don't remember this street being on a magic bus route." We soon realized that this bus was jammed with girls in a celebratory mood, apparently on their way to a stagette. As the bus pulled away, girls cheered, waved out the window at us, and shouted, "We'll be at Schmooze!"

So, we immediately jumped on the net to see what this Schmooze was. Unfortunately, it looked like a pretty trendy spot, and neither Rob nor Mike had bothered to bring anything dressier than jeans along with them. I didn't have anything that would fit either, and the stores were all closed. So, there wasn't any use in going, since they were bound to be turned away at the door. We were left feeling much like Harry and Lloyd at the end of Dumb and Dumber; we'd had our chance to get on the Swedish Bikini Team's bus and we'd missed it.

Moral: Whenever you go anywhere -- even if it's just a day trip -- bring a nice pair of pants and a nice shirt. Get a new pair of pants and shirt and just throw them in the trunk of your car or something. Bring nice shoes too, though it's safer to just wear nice shoes all the time. No joke there, just advice.


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