So for the second weekend in a row my roommates and I went to Church. I was a little hesitant at first to be going two sundays in a row just because I don't want to overdo it and have it lose its appeal, but it seriously just gets better and better. This time I went dressed as a Native American--initially I was going for Pocahontas but since I didn't have a racoon or hummingbird and every person I asked to be Grandma Willow refused, I figured a generic Native American would have to suffice. I guess I should use the term Native American loosely, considering my costume consisted of a simple brown dress with a tan leather belt, braids with a feathered headband, and my fringed "Pocahontas" boots. Needless to say I turned a few heads. It could have been because my dress was so short you could see my small intestines, or it could have been that the Brits/Aussies (Church is an Aussie bar) didn't know what the hell I was supposed to be, considering they don't have Native Americans in the UK. No matter what it was, I enjoyed the attention.
Lesson 40: I am in fact a celebrity
At Church there is this large tv screen showing people in the club. Upstairs in the club there is some clever person working with the camera people to make witty comments about the people being shown on the screen. For example, a friend of mine was zoomed in on and he was given the caption of "lurker." Of course I was zoomed in on. They froze the shot and outed me as being jailbait. I was infuriated!!! The bastards ruined any chances I had of meeting anyone. The cameraman did seem to love me though--I made it onto the screen a few different times. During my post-Church McDonalds meal (which was just around the corner from the club) someone came up to me and told me I was basically a celebrity for being on the jumbotron so much. Well duh I would be on the jumbotron--who wouldn't want to stare at a 5x sized picture of me???
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