I Done Got Crowned, They Done Got Graduated

Last Thursday was the last of Hogwarts' Exercises in Stamina. These are three hour long Honors Day-type ceremonies that are reserved for the last two days of the school year. They are basically a two day contest to see who can sit through them without falling asleep, fainting, puking, or getting up to go to the bathroom. Kind of like spending a day watching all three Lord of the Rings movies back-to-back.

What my face looked like when I found out what Prize Day was.

But it was good. Lil' Newton got the award for being Super Smart, and Jessicaaaaaa and Glitter Unicorn got the "you are really creative and the whole school thinks you're awesome" award. My friend Reads During Prize Day (nickname definitely not set in stone) got the Big Prize which is voted on by the whole school community. Very exciting. Needless to say I survived and was competent enough to go to the Graduation of My Favorite People. I have to admit, a bit of Eye Water was indeed shed as I sat next to The De-Facto Mongolian Sweetheart, who brought tissues for the occasion. She knows us well. Part of me wanted to get out a bullhorn and Silly String when Trish went up, but the other part of me wanted to close my eyes because I didn't want to believe she was really graduating. But she'll be around.

Rock on, Trisha. Rock on.

There is no doubt in my mind that My Favorite People will do the world so much good. And then they'll come back and tell me about it.

Well...THAT Happened

A lot of things happened last night.

1. I was almost kidnapped by FG, The Man She Loves, and BFK. Not that there is anything wrong with that. In fact, I love these people. They feed me and take me on Theater Excursions. And they appreciate my thing for all things glitter-oriented.

2. We watched a puppy die....for two hours. Well, not really. But yes. We'll call it a Theater Excursion, I guess. It happened to be a show that usually makes FG get all warm and fuzzy inside. I can see where it would-it could be quite delightful, actually. But yesterday a puppy died and bled puce. In the words of BFK, "Well...THAT happened." I couldn't have said it better myself.

3. The Management was prepared for an after party-with fancy crackers and stuff. She and FG are basically the same person, so we enjoy getting them together because you never know what could happen.

They do not wear chicken suits.

We will leave that to Mister Man.

 BFK and I headed downstairs to find more cheese....and found a sunburned Skinny Me passed out to a blaring rerun of The Wedding. I restrained my urge to draw on her face. 

He's watching you.

But as all good things that happen, the party came to an end. My Favorite People passed safely through The Gateway. FG, if you are reading this, I apologize for the lack of cocktail weinies. I will make it up to you.