The most magical night of the year.
I decided to finally uphold my debt to society as a woman and dress up as a nurse.
(Possibly sexy-nurse, but definitely not slutty-nurse, THANKS.)
I guess I should have been prepared for the nurse-inspired comments I got at the bar, though delightfully, I didn't get too many at all.
The obligatory "Nurse, I think I'm sick, I need a check-up" ensued.
"Sorry, I'm off-duty." seemed to suffice as a response.
I told my mother about this the next day, and she laughed. I have fun sharing my shenanigan-moments with her.
She laughs and says "You should have said 'Sure, turn your head and cough!'"
I look at her.
What does she think that's supposed to mean? Is this a good put-down line?
"Mom, that proceedure usually involves cupping the patient's balls."
"OH RIGHT. NEVERMIND."
Last night also involved:
Getting angry at a guy wearing an Oilers jersey with no name and number one the back. WHAT A PHONEY.
I don't even know anything about hockey but this seemed like a viable conversation/argument topic.
Just in case he takes a peek that the dashing ladies behind me, I shook his hand and introduced myself to him, Hi, I'm your cockblock.
WHY AM I SO RUDE?
"Just kidding, I'm Larissa. So uhh.. we're cool, right?"
Friends are so hard to make sometimes!
I also saw a guy dressed as Jesus, and asked him to forgive my sins, but he said NOT A CHANCE.
Whatever.
He's no Raptor.
1 comment:
You should be raptor jesus next year. Screw Hannah Montana
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