A couple months ago, I received an unexpected invitation. I was invited to a Gala party in which all my fellow scholarship winners would mingle. Now if you're like me, when you think Gala, you think about those professional parties that take place in Washington D.C. where they all wear tuxes and drink out of tall champagne glasses and nibble on orderves that are half the size of their pinky. While that explanation doesn't make it sound that appealing, who wouldn't want to go? I felt so sophisticated! Of course when it said I could bring a guest, Talysa and Jake were the essentials. They seemed just as excited as I was. We put on dresses (and suit so that Jake doesn't feel left out) and did up our hair, and did our very best to look professional. However, once we got there....it was somewhat of a disappointment. There were drinks in tall glasses but the glasses were plastic. There were orderves but they were crusted Macaroni and Cheese and there was mingling but only because if we filled our card with names, we could enter to win an Amazon gift card. Though Talysa and Jake said that they enjoyed it, let's be honest, they didn't want to make me feel bad.
We left after entering our name cards (obviously the Amazon gift card was a huge perk) and decided the night was too young to get back in the car and drive home. We found a cute little sushi bar down the street and went in in our heels, long coats, and curls. The next occurence will give you a good idea at how good our friendship must be. Yet again, I was laughing hysterically! Jake brought to my attention the song by the Dixie Chicks called "Earl had to Die." One of my personal favorites. He asked me how long it was after Wanda got married that she started getting abused? I thought it was a random question but started singing the song in my head..."well it wasn't two weeks after she got married that Wanda started getting abused..." I blurted out with cofidence, "Two weeks." He very proudly answered that I was incorrect. Eager to prove my point, I started singing the song to him. After I had, he just smiled and said "Taylee it WASN'T two weeks after she got married. It could be anything BUT two weeks. Four weeks, a day and two minutes, three years, we may never know." Once again, Jake had me. I didn't stop laughing the rest of the night and my sushi ended up having to take the back seat! It turned out to be a great night after all!
Without Wax,
Taylee
