June 7th, 2004

hermione by oatmilk

weekend

I decided to try out my new boots on Saturday. I felt very goth with my faux-velvet black dress and my black boots and my white boots. High heels are the work of the devil, though. Ow, my feet. Terry saw the boots and said the heels weren’t really all that high. I said, “No, they’re higher than any of my platform shoes, and the first time you saw my really tall platform shoes you thought they were incredibly high; you’re just used to seeing high heels and not high platforms.”

Sunday was Children’s Sunday. The handing out of certificates to everyone enrolled in Sunday School reminded me of the boring recitation that is at the core of graduation ceremonies. Surprisingly, the service actually ended a touch early. (Our services have a tendency to run late.)

The sermon was on the little boy whose lunch Jesus uses in the feeding of the 5000. I think Pastor Bill gave this sermon last year. I understand that kids aren’t talked about much in the Bible so you have a limited pool of texts to choose from, but still. Pastor Bill said that the boy had faith and a willing heart and did not doubt. I remember being upset about this last year. I mean, hello extrapolation. We really have no idea how the little boy acted or reacted and you’re totally just projecting onto him what you think would be appropriate modeling behavior. Blah.

At one point Pastor Bill said “5000 men and women. And their wives and children.” I know it was just a misspeak, that we’re so used to saying “men and women” and that overlaps with the fact that the Scriptures say “5000 men” and you know there’s also wives and children for all the men, meaning 20,000 people at least. But still. I was then mentally singing "Everybody ought to have a working girl..." from Sondheim’s A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum.

The day was cool grey and rainy, so graduation was indoors. We watched at my grandma’s apartment ‘cause she gets local cable and we don’t. The speeches mostly weren’t that great. I was saying people should be forbidden from giving graduation speeches unless they have something truly original to say. Though i heard about Class Day’s mice speech, and that sounds like the kind of speech i keep wanting people to give. This will be the last time i ever watch NHS graduation on cable TV ‘cause my brother graduates next year, so even if it’s inside i’ll be in the gym watching, and after that i’m not watching ‘cause i don’t know anyone. Though actually i learned that Alisha Cooper [i remember holding her in my arms when she was a baby and i was a little kid] is friends with Jonah’s sister Becca. The world it is small.

I hung out for a while guesstimating how long people would stay at graduation. Then i walked down the street to Jonah’s house for his graduation party. His mom, returning from graduation with him and Liz, picked me up about 30 yards from their house.

I chatted with lots of his family, in large part because for a while i was the only other kid there (Liz got called away to her own party). Also because i’ve known him for 4 years. Wow, when did that happen? His mother made falafel and tahini sauce because i’m a vegetarian. The only falafel i’ve had has been at Smith, which is bad, but i actually liked this falafel which was good. I also had 2 glasses of champagne, because i’m almost of age (one month and three days yesterday). This was kind of funny because i don’t even particularly like champagne. I’m also getting better at doing a capsule explanation of why i want to do a cultural studies grad program and what that means.

Eventually we headed over to Liz’s party (by this time we had accumulated 3 more kids and i had eaten so much i ended up not having a bite more the rest of the night). The directions to Highland Glen we got were kinda vague, but we actually got there without getting lost, which made me impressed. Met more people there. Had crazy conversation until they had to close the place down, at which point some of us went to see Shrek 2 at Dedham. I was amused ‘cause last time i was talking with Terry he was talking about how he and Colleen had seen Shrek 2 and how i should see it. Took us a while to convince Liz’s family that really Ryan wouldn’t kill us while driving and that we would be safe and responsible and all that. We also milked the “Elizabeth is a responsible adult” card. Driving to Dedham i was reminded that i’m 3 years older than these people. Not so much the goofballness, because i know plenty of Smithies who act like that, and certainly i do too on occasion but more the “Yay we’re free” feeling, because i’ve been out of high school 3 years, so it’s not a new feeling for me -- though even when i was in high school, my parents were a lot more lax than many i knew.

I was impressed that we got to the cinema on time. Though with previews (15 minutes!) we had more than enough time to park, buy tickets, and even buy a drink. $9.25 for a ticket! I stopped going to Dedham when it was about $8 (which was about 6 years ago) and i’ve gotten spoiled with Hampshire Mall $5.25 student ticket, and gift cards to boot. So this was my rare splurge. The movie definitely wasn’t worth $9.25, but i did enjoy it.

And i didn’t even turn into a pumpkin (was home by midnight, at which time i promptly crashed).

People should hang out with me. Cookie baking, Whedonverse marathoning, wandering Boston, other suggestions welcome.

Now to catch up on LJ. Given that i have no interest in that Harry Potter movie i think i’ll be able to skip over a lot.