Almost Home

The other night we had a private birthday party for Joe with only about ten of us total. The cake had tomatoes on them. Yeah, tomatoes. Eww. Somehow, icing got smeared all over Joe's face, so a cake fight ensued. I managed to stay cake-free, but just about everyone else had a whipped cream facial. Another highlight of the evening was when one of the guys, Cat (like meow meow Cat), stood by the doorframe and used his hand to pull himself out of sight. It looked like someone else was mugging him. He'd be really dramatic about it. It was really funny. Something else of note was another kid, Kevin, who would stand in the corner and hug himself tightly, so that from the back, it looked like he was making out with someone. Just like in the Happy Days theme song. Don't ask me how I know. I just do.
Last night, we went to a painting class and then shopping. I bought some things for some people, without naming names. Had some awesome noodles. Chow mein, I think? They were teeny tiny and fried, that's all I know. After that, we had a more public party for Joe. They bought four cakes, two double deckers, and literally ten 2-liters of soda.
Today, we went to a sewing class. Thankfully, I had experience in this field before when I made that pi (3.14) pillow for math. Thank you, Aunt Debbie. I actually taught them a few things, like pinning your pieces of cloth together before you sew so you don't screw up. That's really funny to me because this is a fashion design school. And these weren't unexperienced students; they were all older than me. I am not by any means an expert tailor, either. Hmm.
After the sewing class we went to a fashion show!!! The tallest, prettiest girls are selected as models, and they make their own clothes too. You could definitely tell which girls were better than the others. Some would have hunched shoulders or a lifeless walk, and others would jaunt down that catwalk to the beat of that music and strike dramatic poses. Afterwards, we went up on the catwalk and walked ourselves. I made mine really campy so they couldn't see how ｂａｄ　Ｉ　ｒｅａｌｌｙ　ａｍ　ａｔ　Ｔｙｒａ－ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ．　Ｉdid the SUPERSTAR pose at the end of the runway and everyone laughed. The models were so serious and sexy on the runway, but when they're off it, they're just like a bunch of little girls.
During this whole day, the local news has been following and taping us and interviewing us. We'll be on the news! That's awesome. The first thing they asked me in my interview was, "Are you a model back in the United States? You are so tall!" Of course, I'm like, "No, my city isn't as big into fashion design, and I'm actually kind of short for model standards.　　Ｉalso don't think I'm suited for the model lifestyle." And then they're all quiet and confused, so I changed my answer to "No, but Iｗａｎｔ　ｔｏ　ｂｅ　ｏｎｅ！＂ That perked them up.
Then more shopping. Ｉ　ｓｔｉｌｌ　ｈａｖｅ　ｑｕｉｔｅ　ａ　ｂｉｔ　ｍｏｎｅｙ　ｌｅｆｔ．　　Ｕｇｈ．
Ｇｏｔｔａ　ｇｏ！　　Ｂｙｅ！