Blue light special
December 06, 2002 2:07 a.m.
Outside, the snow continues to fall as we recout tales of the "cute waiter" and a laugh that sounded like "Bwuah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha....!" We try to explain a "Snow Day" in terms that my roommate can understand and finally settle on "A hurricane day without the evacuation". I give in to the strong internal urges, so embedded in my people, to go to the grocery store and buy milk, but manage to resist the bread urge at the same time.I totter perilously close to the enge of Jess's bed as I shove thumbtacks into the picture molding along the top of our room. We laugh about our "McDonald's Play Place on Crack" and sing "Red Light Special" as we screw in our strange new light bulbs and restring our tacky christmas lights.
Later, two of us collapse into a twisted pile of rope light and limbs, giggling as we call ourselves "electic ravers". I think that our room now looks vaguely like a K-mart blue light special. "Stein-Girls to aisle 8! Stein-Girls to aisle 8!"
We wrap our Christmas presents, kick off our shoes, and break out the video games. At 2am we are ready to quit. Mellow, we savor the last few moments of our snow day, knowing that tomorrow signifies not only the return to classes, but one day closer to their end.
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