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12:07 a.m. // 24 June 2003
Big Hair Bowling was a success! We had three lanes going. The hair was not as big as it could have been (especially mine, because I don't own a hair dryer and Dwayne had to teach me how to "tease" it), but it was still good times. I told people that it was not to be construed as a birthday party, but more like because it's my birthday, I get to make people do what I want them to do, and that is to have big hair and to go bowling. And to eat coconut-chocolate pie and pecan pie and fruit tart.
Here were the prizes I awarded:
We were very self-conscious at the bowling alley because there were a lot of people there when we first arrived, and Dwayne and I waited outside for other people with weird hair to show up. After we got our lanes, these ladies asked Dwayne and Hunter, "Who's the groom?" They explained it was for a birthday party, not a wedding. Hunter told them we were a team called the Friendsters, and the lady said, "The Friendsters. I like that."
Hunter and Josh & Nazli gave me records, and they both turned out to be the White Stripes' Elephant because I've been going around whining how I can't find it on vinyl. Josh was apologetic but actually it's pretty funny. Hunter wrapped mine in newspaper, and his card was a From Justin to Kelly movie ad with Justin and Kelly crossed out and replaced with our names.
Dalton gave me the Bottle Rocket DVD! sweeeet! I will be watching this soon.
Dwayne gave me a James Kochalka book, which turned out to be really depressing even though it's about monkeys and robots! But it's good, because I've never really seen any Kochalka. I don't know if I'm even spelling it right. Dwayne also gave me a cube orange thing. It's Japanese, it doesn't make any sense.
My mom gave me a check, and my dad gave me a Chinese cookbook that makes my mouth water, and my aunt gave me a bracelet that actually fits me, plus a candleholder and pillow covers with dragonflies on them. Karen gave me a hemp wallet made in Thailand, plus a vegan spike bracelet and a pink sleeveless shirt with a picture of a Chinese girl on it (she says it looks like me). Mikey gave me his spit, because he's a dog.
Now I'm twentyfour and one day old. The end.