5/23/2010

If I Were a Girl

With just a few weeks left before I leave the calendar is full of goodbye-activities. Tonight I'll see Mr. Carrot and The Sober Guy for the last time at Woodstock, they are going back to Italy tomorrow morning. Yesterday I went on a boat cruise organized by the International Student Association. The dress code was fancy, "dress to impress", so I did. I've never been the girly type. I feel more comfortable in an orange jumpsuit than in a little black dress, assuming that the orange jumpsuit is the one worn by engineering students and not prison inmates. I had bought a brand new dress. It's as sweet as spun sugar. Girls are supposed to dream about pretty pink dresses, this dress is more of a boy's dream though, because it's really short. It's hard to sit or bend forward without constantly pulling down the hem. The front is not very extraordinary, the back on the other hand is more elaborate. The dress was, however, not the only unusual attire. I wore high heels, something that I almost never do, they are too hard to skate in. The last thing, the ultimate test of one's femininity, was faux eyelashes. It's messy to glue them onto the eyelashes, but what a change, it looks like Minnie Mouse-eyes. I almost felt like a drag queen, except this is socially acceptable and even encouraged. It was like turning into an alien, almost unrecognizable, still fun and interesting, like an anthropology study.

The boat trip was awesome, we had a DJ and a dance floor. It was pretty windy though, so the floor was rolling back and forth, but none fell into the sea. The sun set over the ocean and we saw lot of seals.
We got back to Isla Vista in time for my roommates 21st birthday party. One of her friends was DJ:ing in our living room, we had strobe light and the furniture was moved away creating a dance floor. Around eleven it was packed. The birthday girl was however hiding with her head in a toilet. The only unfortunate thing that happened last night was that someone punched a hole in the ceiling, which we have to repair.

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