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Hehe. Girls decide to play Cinderella's ball and we'll force the men to begrudgingly get gussied up.
"You wear the cape <ties towel around his neck> and be the prince!" <pouting> "I don't wanna play." "If you play, I'll play Transformers with you later." "You promise?" |
I'm checkin into the room. Its not perfect, but in retrospect, it might be more perfect than I thought.
A kitchen, a BIG tv incase the game is on... pool tables... and tables to sit at... itd be cozy (read tight) if too many came.. but otherwise...(too many would be like... more than 60.. ) it even has, get this... WINDOWS where people could look at us!!! And.... the kmart is across the street for good parking, and you'd really feel like you were at prom! |
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Crap. |
So who's parents can chaperone?
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Hey, Ponine - can one of the pool tables be moved aside with enough room to dance? My gods.... I would actually have a reason to use my crimping iron again!!! :cool: And I'll have to make us a bunch of silk wrist corsages, sprinkled with glitter, of course! |
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Mine, if I do it. Totally mine.
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Maybe my brother could even be my pity date. Huzzah! |
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