Friday, April 9, 2010

Suddenly Seymour...

Location: Desk.
Listening to: The dulcet tones of Roseanne.
Days til Graduation: 58!
Followers: Still four!

I just got back from one of the more epic/entertaining nights of my life, and the whole time I could only think, "I can't wait to get home and blog about this!"

I think that qualifies as "a problem".

Anyway, here's what happened:

Alison and I went on an adventure to a town about half an hour away to see their high school's production of Little Shop of Horrors. The drive there was awesome. It was sunny. We blared good music and danced in our seats. All was well.

Now, we're both huge fans of Little Shop. We were singing along and complaining about how no one could live up to the Rick Morranis version (although the kid who played Mr. Mushnik was AWESOME). Intermission came. Then the last act. We were SUPER EXCITED to hear "Suppertime". But our excitement was extinguished when the plant ate Audrey.

NO ONE TOLD ME THAT AUDREY DIES IN THE STAGE VERSION!!! And to make matters worse, Seymour jumps in right after her AND DIES TOO!!!! That is NOT how it is supposed to end. For anyone who hasn't seen the movie, they kill the plant and live happily ever after in a picturesque suburb...until the film cleverly ends with a shot of a new man-eating plant budding in their front yard.

So, we had to bury our feelings with the only thing capable of making us forget the tragedy we had just endured: Taco Bell. Luckily, there was one in this town. So we GPS'ed it, but when we got there, it didn't look open. So we turned around and left. Half an hour later, we got back to our town. Except we took a wrong exit and ended up on the wrong side of town and got completely lost and almost started going the wrong way down the highway. BUT WE FOUND A TACO BELL!!! We pulled in, but felt like that would be cheating on our go-to T-Bell. We felt disloyal and unworthy of the heaven that is the Crunchwrap Supreme if it didn't come from the place we always went. So we adventured back off to find home/our Taco Bell.

Two more wrong exits and nearly running a stoplight later, we got to our Mecca. We went in, got our food, and ate. And then we left. But as we were leaving, we heard someone wolf-whistle at us (we were still dressed up from going to the show, so we decided afterwards that we couldn't really blame them). But then we realized the wolf-whisteling was coming from two ghetto-gangsta-wanna-be-boys walking straight at us. So we ran to the car and promptly locked the doors and screamed.

Because what else were we gonna do?

Anyway, we ended up getting stuck in the driveway trying to leave Taco Bell and we were scared the guys were gonna come and try to talk to us (even though we were in the car with the doors locked) and almost drove out into oncoming traffic to get away.

Which brings us to the moral of this story: Hyped up teenage girls should not be allowed to operate heavy machinery.

Thank you. This has been a PSA from your local Council for the Control and Management of Hormone-Crazed Teens.

1 comment:

  1. You think that's shocking, wait till you see the stage production on Sound of Music and find out the hills weren't actually alive.