In honor of my very first New York City friend moving back to NYC for the summer after leaving us for grad school in Santa Barbara last year, I bring you . . .
Meredith was throwing a dance party at her friend Jordan’s apartment and asked us to bring a mix CD, because Jordan had been robbed twice in one week and was re-building her music collection. Boyfriend Kamran and I were on a huge Phil Collins kick at the time (and at all times), so we thought we were being soooooooooo hilarious by bringing a CD full of our Philfavorites. But they ended up using an iPod dock instead of the mix CDs and only people we didn’t know showed up, so after making all the film-related conversation we could with one of her friends, we started to feel a little like this:
For posterity’s sake, I tried to make it look like I was a part of the group and having a great time
but eventually we gave up on pretending and secluded ourselves in one corner with the iPod and plastic cups full of straight Malibu rum, and things took a turn for the better. Especially when we discovered a cabinet full of delights such as
and then decided that if no one else was going get down, we’d have to make up for it:
Worst video ever? But I love when I say “really get into it!” and then continue the same totally lame dancing.
Meredith finally took notice of our awesomeness after that and had to come over for some scintillating conversation
but then we left, because we didn’t want to be around when Jordan’s apartment got broken into for the third time.