80s party grand champion of the world! Oh yeah.

This weekend, I went to a 70s-80s party with a group of friends. You know, the best (or if you're from Utah, the "funnest") part of those kinds of parties is the getting ready part. My friends and I went to various stores and picked up some treasures from the 80s. Then I went home and put on some 80s movies while I made my lace and mesh tutu skirt and my roommate's skinny tie. Ah, they don't make movies like "Weekend at Bernies" or "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" anymore.

Well, we went to the party where there were various levels of dressing up, there were some impressive hairdos and pegged pants. I even saw a Cosby sweater. the sad part of the party was the realization that many people were wearing the same hairdo that they wear all the time, and their own clothes in their closets. . . They haven't changed since the 80s. Sad for them. Oh well.
My friends came as Madonna and Robert Smith. I came as a marriage of Madonna and Cyndi Lauper with a dash of Tiffany and a little Pretty in Pink thrown in. I just wore what made me happy and at the moment, a Debbie Harry T-shirt and pink hair made me very happy. I even bought Primo, the perfume I wore in 7th grade to the dance. (A little side note on Primo; at first it's fun because you're all waxing nostalgic but then the fumes give you a massive headache).

Although we had fun dancing to cheesy music, I was pretty upset that they didn't play any Depeche Mode, Erasure, the Cure, Smiths. . . Or any of the other tunes I actually listened to back then. All in all, it was successful. We had fun, and I won a lava lamp for the best costume there. Funny thing is, I'll be wearing 95% of the stuff I wore then in my regular day to day ensembles. I don't know if that's funny or sad that I've now lived through a style cycle and what I wore in 7th grade is now hip again.

I just said "hip".

Man, you'd think I'd finish something. . . Sheesh

Here's yet another unfinished hero by Casey. Obviously, I've been affected by all of the Tak and the Power of Juju work I did with work for 3 years but here ya go, another knight. He has good hair though, no one can sport a mullet like a knight with an earring . . . Or Billy Ray Cyrus. You know, he's on the Disney channel now (sans mullet though) and I'm not afraid to say that he's kinda hot in an "ex-country-mega-star-known-more-for-his-hair-than-his-music" kind of way. But I digress. I like knights. I also like cheese.

Camping, a random thought.

Have you ever gone camping with a large group of single people? It's entertaining and nervousing. (Verb: the act of making one hesitant, high-strung or fretful, causing their palms to sweat and t-shirts to moisten at the armpit).

The entertainment factor is obvious. Some people go to bed right after s'mores so that leaves everyone else at the campfire at 2 am. There's more entertainment than an episode of Seinfield (gasp! sacrilege), especially after a few hours of sitting on logs around the flames. You get the ones that are funny performing and the ones who think they're funny trying to one-up them. There are the people who can play the guitar and everyone waxes nostalgic while singing "More Than Words" while trying to squelch the people who want to sing emotional Joan Biaz stuff and hold hands. There are the ones who strangely disappear for an hour and then reappear with slurpees and silly string (hah, you thought I was going to say something else, didn't you?) These bonfire moments are excellent as you always have a couple hook up, you make at least 2 new great friends (although the morning daylight makes everyone look completely different and you don't remember who you told about your secret crush), and you get to find out who actually saw the movie "Caveman" with Ringo Starr.

Then there's the whole waking up thing and laughing at everyone else in the morning (that is, if you ever got to sleep in the first place). That takes us to the nervousing part. How do you pack for a thing like this? I mean, the jeans, not pretty shoes, and sweatshirt are a given, but does a girl bring make-up? I tell you what; I am nasty-on-a-stick in the morning and the whole natural, no make-up thing? Yeah, right. Does the name Freddy Krueger mean anything to you? There's always a person who forgets their toothbrush, it's a given . . . What if it's me? And worse yet- what if I'm stuck sitting next to the guy who forgets his deodorant, hasn't changed clothes since the previous morning and is sporting the infamous B.O./campfire eau de toilette? Do I use that old "goodness, smoke must follow beauty and it's getting in my eyes" excuse and move my folding chair? And what if he's the guy who wants to hook up with someone the night before around the fire? Poor unsuspecting new girl to the group, we forgot to warn her. She's toast.

I wanted to be like everyone else.

Seems like all artists in the game industry have at least one knight. . . Here's my attempt. Although he has a sword, he still looks like he's about to serve you a frosty and some fries.

Scary letters

Some people spend time contemplating the subtle shades of color that envelop the sky during a sunset. Others stare at a face for hours, discerning the lines and shapes - looking for a story. I draw scary letters. Not even the whole alphabet. . . Just some letters. And no, this isn't a common occurrence, just on that day. Maybe I was on NyQuil or something. Ever notice how NyQuil tastes like licorice?