You may recall that in July, I wrote about painting my friend John's room with our friend Kristina. Kristina and I are master room painters. We took a short break because Kristina was gone for a week, and when she came back we never returned to the painting. The room was left with one wall fully done, we painted a beach mural on it complete with sandcastle and palm tree with falling coconuts, two walls fully primed, and the last wall halfway primed because John had a big desk that we couldn't move or else it would collapse.
The room remained in this state for quite some time. Until last Friday, to be exact, when I finished painting his room! The delay was due to many reasons, one of which was because a couple months ago John moved out of that room into a different room in his house so we put the project out of our minds. That is, until his mom decided that she wanted to make John's old room her computer room/sewing room/mom stuff room. So on Tuesday last week, I reprimed one of the walls in his room (because some crazy friends drew over it with markers. Hooligans), and on Friday I finished priming the other wall (they moved the desk out) and painted the room a pale yellow color that his mom picked out. John and I weren't too keen on the color, but it's for his mom, and the beach wall was left intact! and it will remain as long as John, Kristina, and I live! So if anyone ever wants to paint over that wall, and the three of us mysteriously die, you'll know they killed us off.
John made up a really funny joke, and I would write it in here but it's one of those jokes that needs to be told verbally because it has to do with words that sound the same but aren't the same. It was so funny. After he said it, I asked if they have stand up nights at ECC*, and he said, "Are you making fun of my disability?" Oh man, it was hilarious. *Stand up meaning stand up comedian nights and ECC meaning the rigorous academy (also known as community college) he attends. And for the record, I was not making fun of his disability, I'm not that cruel!
My birthday is tomorrow, and it's official--I'm having a gathering of friends to hang out and eat birthday cake. A shindig, if you will. Party's make me nervous because I don't want to feel obligated to entertain all the people that come over, so I try to avoid having them and I also try to avoid using the word "party". I'm overcoming my party phobia, and it's quite liberating. But if only 5 people show up tomorrow, I'm never having a party again.