I am sitting here with Alexis Gaither reminiscing last Thursday night, one of the greatest nights to have occured in this room (C117) since the beginning of the year.
I don't even know how I can possibly write about such a ridiculous, existential, strange night in only a couple of paragraphs.
I guess I'll start with the rapture.
So, Josh Thorson was working on a center spread about the End of the World...and we decided that if the world ended at that exact moment, we would be perfectly safe in our bomb shelter of an editors room. We would also be the only ones left on the planet, so we would be forced to procreate. Yes, the editors would be forced to continue the existence of life on the planet through reproduction.
I don't really want to visualize that image right now, but at the time, it just seemed like a typical send-out conversation.
We had a 10:00 pm deadline for the first time, which sounded like an impossible feat for us procrastinators. As we were eating our Leann Chin take-out, I decided that we should all save our fortune cookies to open right at 10:00, if we made the deadline.
Right after I called the printing company to say we had submitted our files, and as I was about to open my much deserved and much anticipated cookie, I see Motes dart from behind me. He moved faster than I knew was possible for him. He snatches the cookie out of my hands and crushes it into bits.
He says:
"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT INCLUDING ME IN YOUR RITUALS!!"
So that was the day that Motes crushed my dreams, and my good fortune.
hahahahaha this was so funny
ReplyDeleteThat's what he does. That's what. he does.
ReplyDeleteRealization: our editor children would be very literate, but probably not very good at math. That's bad for, you know, figuring out how the world works.
ReplyDeleteNot only was this comment extremely random, it was the first time that I had looked on my blog since the end of ap comp.
ReplyDeleteI'M HAVING AP COMP WITHDRAWAL!
At least I still see you, Alexis.
But I have yet to turn in my 50 essays, which means I will be making a trip to visit our lovely hipster ex-teacher shortly! Alexis we should go together and tell her about our hipster jar. She would approve.
But you are right about the kids.
ReplyDeleteHow have we never come across the topic of what kind of child we would make? I feel like we've talked about everything else.
Imagine a red-haired, cross-country running, karate chopping, Spanish-speaking, highly opinionated and extremely weird (like Stephan, messed up weird) journalistic toddler. That would be our combined love child. Drexisam Thorvoracombe. YESSSS!