so, there is this thing we do every wednesday night at my house. we (usually about 8 or 9 lovely ladies depending on schedules and what not) watch the terrible trash that is America's NEXT Top Model. (referred to as ANTM.) it's awesome in its ridiculousness. tyra is batty in a way that you JUST HAVE TO WATCH. (for instance, this past week she coined the term SMIZE. which means Smile With Your Eyes. er. eyez i guess. she introduced the word as an 'alter ego' in a super hero costume with a shiny silver cape that had the word SMIZE emblazoned on it. and all episode they were all "ARE YOU SMIZING? YOU AREN'T SMIZING!! SMIZE BITCH!" here is a 46 second clip.) we have decided that ANTM should offer our party OUR OWN REALITY SHOW about watching this particular REALITY SHOW. you know, mystery science theater 3000 style. how awesome would that be? (i am sure there is a HUGE market of fans for that!)
basically, the format of the evening is this:
we bring food and beer. here are some examples of the menu:
last week: two little ceasars pizza's, cheese bread, a bag of twix, cream cheese and triscuits, seven layer dip, chocolate chip ice cream with cones, and, oh yea!, a veggie tray
this week: cheese dip from mexico chiquito, ranch cheddar cheese dip, cheese sticks, california rolls, chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies with icing, spinach dip and crackers
so what i'm trying to say is: it's real healthylike. and we chow down as we yell at the models to EAT A HAMBURGER ALREADY. (or some cheese!)
then nate entertains us for awhile and we put him to bed. (karl is banned from the house on wednesday nights. ok, well it's partially a ban and mostly his own choice. he goes and has drinks with his people elsewhere.) the episode goes on and we yell at the tv and each other. particularly this cycle as it is for "short girls" of 5'7 and under. (i am 5'1; melissa is 5'10. the war rages on.) this is maybe the third or fourth cycle of ANTM we have had these gatherings. we are REALLY, REALLY good at predicting things like who is going to freak out at makeover week and who is going to get kicked off AND AND AND we are the best at predicting the order of the photos (the judges call them out best to worst and we scream names the entire panel. it's loud and snarky and absolutely amazing.) sometimes we hang out longer, sometimes everyone leaves right after the show.
this post has no point, just to offer a glimpse and say: i love wednesdays!
i don't so much love thursday mornings: