Today was yesterday. Sorry that I'm late. You'll understand why once you've read this blog post.
Yesterday I skipped work to go to the doctor. Mother said that I was up to date on shots. I went with no fear of what would occur inside, but little did I know what awaited me behind those smiling logos. Okay, it wasn't actually that bad. An old guy looked at my balls, and then a young lady poked me with something sharp 5 times. I am glad that those roles were in that order and not inverted. I got 3 shots, a TB test, and a finger prick. My arms are still hurting, but not nearly as bad as yesterday.
After the doctor, I went to the library to hang out with Sophie and Lucy. It was chill. We did homework. Much exciting. Then, I walked home and went to Paige's surprise birthday party. There, Ethan and I redezvous-ed with Isabel and Becca. I said postpartum as a joke, referring to post party events. Ethan said "what? huh?" with a typical look of confusion. I said it again and Allie did the same thing. I said it a third time and Isabel did the same thing. I said, "Do you think we can get 4 out of 4?" I said it again and Becca had the same reaction. For the rest of the night, the word 'postpartum' became a sort of running joke. We then decided that for our postpartum plans, we would go to the gala at the BYU MOA. I went home and put on my baby blue suit, and we went to the museum. Everyone and their mom was dressed fancy, but it was a madhouse because there were so many people. Isabel and I were interviewed for our very blue garments, and they asked what inspired our looks. Isabel said she liked the way it looked. I said that the sky had always been a big inspiration to me growing up, so I tried to replicate that feeling. We looked at art and debated the meanings and rhetorical(?) choices that each artist made in crafting their work. I said that a certain painting reminded me of certain Nirvana cover, so Ethan posed with it. As we were browsing the works of old, dead guys, we saw one painting with an incredibly ornate frame. You'll never guess what word it said at the bottom: POSTPARTUM. I kid you not. We have photo evidence. Ethan quipped that he was going to steal a painting.
After the gala, we wanted to go somewhere fancy in our fancy clothes. We were going to go to the mocktail bar, but there was no parking. We went to Wiibeck and Isabel's clubhouse and played pool and drank sparkling cider. It was fun, and probably around 12:30. Isabel left her watch on the table so I stole it and put it on. I was wearing a watch on my other wrist, so I had two. I decided I would see how long it took her to notice. We went back to their apartment and decided we would watch a movie. Inspired by our timey garb, we began the film Oceans 8. Coincidentally (or not), it is about thieves who attend a gala and steal jewelry. As the movie continued, I made increasingly deliberate comments about how my watch wasn't working and held my hands up together. Isabel took no notice of these things, although everyone else did. Soon everybody knew except Isabel. She ate pickles, and eventually she asked me what I was doing for some reason that I forget. I replied quickly with, "Eat your pickles and get back to work." It was hysterical for no particular reason; easily my best one line comeback in history. At the very end of the movie, Isabel looked at my wrist and said, "Are you wearing my watch?" Surprise! We then watched the entire history of the world, i guess, and then went home. It was 3 am when I got in my bed.
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