Kathryn told you about the 80s dance our church held on Friday night, but she left out the most important information: my outfit. It was totally tubular:

Unfortunately, Kathryn and I were the only ones who really got into character for this dance. Which, like, was seriously heinous. I had called her earlier in the evening and she assured me that yes, we were supposed to go in costume. Yeah… not so much. Nice move McFly! Everyone seemed to love my outfit though, and I was stoked about that. I mean, I did look totally bodacious (even though I felt like kind of a dweeb). Word.

It ended up being a pretty kickin’ party. The music was gnarly, although I was dying to hear Tony Basil’s “Mickey” and they never played it. Dude, that was bogus. I had some wicked moves I was waiting to bust out for that one. Some of the songs were pretty boss, though, and Babs and I danced our brains out. When it was time for me to take a chill pill I headed over to the refreshment table for some stellar cookies and punch. Well, the cookies were pretty solid, but I saw the punch and was like, no way man. It had nasty looking chunks of sherbet floating on the top, slowly melting into a muddy-looking fizzy disaster. Gag me with a spoon! Babs thought it was trippendicular though, and I think she had about three cups.

Well, I’m getting tired to the max, so I’d better head off to bed. See you guys on the flip side.