Saturday, June 04, 2005
...And Party Every... Night
Last night, I received a bullshit fortune, I lost all my money, and I gave a shoutout to "my lycanthropic buddies." This is what happens when I go to school functions.
First off, there was the graduation. That went off mainly without a hitch. The entire Cognito Clan, as well as my aunt and uncle who live in the area, were there to watch me receive my diploma. Or, in my case, walk on stage, take my diploma, yell, "Go Sox!", accidentally drop my diploma, and have the principal hand it back to me.
After that, I baked brownies for the all-night party that the school was putting on for the seniors. This was before I knew the whole affair was catered, of course-- which was a good thing, because I cut my brownies before they cooled, and they fell apart. The caterers were nice enough to take them, though.
The entire party was themed after television, although rather loosely. There was a Las Vegas casino, sumo suit wrestling and a mechanical bull-esque surfboard that somehow related to Survivor, a Central Perk copy set up in the teacher's lounge where people could watch Friends, and fortune tellers in the courtyard who were supposed to reflect Charmed (although if they wanted to be really accurate, Alyssa Milano would have showed up and fired one of the mediums).
I partook in everything. I indulged in the free candy, blew all my chips rather quickly in the casino (two games of Texas Hold 'Em and two games of blackjack were all it took to drain my coffers), and watched Family Guy and South Park on a TV in the mezzanine. I waited in line for a half hour to have a woman read the Tarot for me, and I gotta say, I'm falling on the James Randi side of fortune telling. The main point of the reading was that I don't know what I'm going to do with my life yet, but once I find it, I'll be great at it. Mind you, she tells this to the kid who's known he wants to be a screenwriter since he was sixteen, who's going to Emerson because of its extensive film program, and who's already working on a screenplay and some teleplays.
(The other fortune teller was cool, though. He didn't read my fortune, but I recognized him from The Daily Show, and when I asked him about it, he acknowledged it.)
But without a doubt, the highlight of the night was American Idol karaoke. I made sure I was the first to sign up when the opportunity presented itself. At around 2 AM, I took the stage, and sang "Werewolves of London", complete with some interesting improvisations ("I wanna give a shoutout to Lon Cheney, Lon Cheney Jr., and... Tom Everett Scott? What the hell?"). I got a lot of cheers, which was pretty nice.
Still, there was one performance that rocked the face off of mine. Precious and Kyle, two of my classmates, took to the stage in what appeared to be a duet. When "Hit Me Baby One More Time" kicked in, Precious said, "I'm sorry, I don't do Britney." Then "I Will Survive" started. Thus began a musical odyssey involving Precious channeling the spirit of Motown, and Kyle taking his shirt off, having bottled water poured on him, and getting strapped to a chair while Precious did the robot around him. Needless to say, I took many, many pictures.
Finally, at around 3 AM, tired, stuffed with sweets, and denied the opportunity to perform "Bohemian Rhapsody" because I'd gone already, I called it a night and went home. Still. A hell of the way to end my high school experience.
First off, there was the graduation. That went off mainly without a hitch. The entire Cognito Clan, as well as my aunt and uncle who live in the area, were there to watch me receive my diploma. Or, in my case, walk on stage, take my diploma, yell, "Go Sox!", accidentally drop my diploma, and have the principal hand it back to me.
After that, I baked brownies for the all-night party that the school was putting on for the seniors. This was before I knew the whole affair was catered, of course-- which was a good thing, because I cut my brownies before they cooled, and they fell apart. The caterers were nice enough to take them, though.
The entire party was themed after television, although rather loosely. There was a Las Vegas casino, sumo suit wrestling and a mechanical bull-esque surfboard that somehow related to Survivor, a Central Perk copy set up in the teacher's lounge where people could watch Friends, and fortune tellers in the courtyard who were supposed to reflect Charmed (although if they wanted to be really accurate, Alyssa Milano would have showed up and fired one of the mediums).
I partook in everything. I indulged in the free candy, blew all my chips rather quickly in the casino (two games of Texas Hold 'Em and two games of blackjack were all it took to drain my coffers), and watched Family Guy and South Park on a TV in the mezzanine. I waited in line for a half hour to have a woman read the Tarot for me, and I gotta say, I'm falling on the James Randi side of fortune telling. The main point of the reading was that I don't know what I'm going to do with my life yet, but once I find it, I'll be great at it. Mind you, she tells this to the kid who's known he wants to be a screenwriter since he was sixteen, who's going to Emerson because of its extensive film program, and who's already working on a screenplay and some teleplays.
(The other fortune teller was cool, though. He didn't read my fortune, but I recognized him from The Daily Show, and when I asked him about it, he acknowledged it.)
But without a doubt, the highlight of the night was American Idol karaoke. I made sure I was the first to sign up when the opportunity presented itself. At around 2 AM, I took the stage, and sang "Werewolves of London", complete with some interesting improvisations ("I wanna give a shoutout to Lon Cheney, Lon Cheney Jr., and... Tom Everett Scott? What the hell?"). I got a lot of cheers, which was pretty nice.
Still, there was one performance that rocked the face off of mine. Precious and Kyle, two of my classmates, took to the stage in what appeared to be a duet. When "Hit Me Baby One More Time" kicked in, Precious said, "I'm sorry, I don't do Britney." Then "I Will Survive" started. Thus began a musical odyssey involving Precious channeling the spirit of Motown, and Kyle taking his shirt off, having bottled water poured on him, and getting strapped to a chair while Precious did the robot around him. Needless to say, I took many, many pictures.
Finally, at around 3 AM, tired, stuffed with sweets, and denied the opportunity to perform "Bohemian Rhapsody" because I'd gone already, I called it a night and went home. Still. A hell of the way to end my high school experience.
