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Posted on Wednesday 13 December 2006 at 2:53 pm

Hat Night Report (a.k.a. Boys are WEIRD!)


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I had a blast last night. Despite my earlier grumbling about having too much to do, I basically just let myself forget about it all and have fun last night.

The hats provided by the first-year PhDs were simply amazing! They went to a Big Lots, a craft store, and a thrift store and made hats out of anything they thought they could balance on their heads, beads, glitter, and a hot glue gun. The hats included a blue furred little girl's plastic tiara with beads hanging from it, a pink sun visor with lots of jewels glued to it (including some to form the letters Q. T.), a straw hat with plastic fruit and leaves glued all around the brim and some eggplant or some such fruit sticking up in the middle (this was called the phallic hat all night), a baseball cap with fake hair dangling from the back looking like a red neck trucker (given to the rather proper British chap in my year), and a baseball cap with a green feather boa and a mechanical bird in a cage glued to the top (this one was probably my favorite next to my own). The tiara and pink sun visor are all the better when you take into consideration that they were not my hats and I am the only female in my year. The boys wore them with dignity.

My hat is rather indescribable. It was essentially a flowerpot with a rather large angel tree topper attached. Words really can't convey the full effect. You'll just have to wait for the pictures.

For a while last night, I was leaning against the wall in between my group's tables, laughing and chatting with people at both tables, but largely the one furthest from the center of the bar. Some of my friends closest to the center of the room got my attention to inform me that a busboy had just come over to ask if I was single because some guy wanted to know "if the woman in the blue shirt has a boyfriend or not." As Jack explained it to me, they were unable to get my attention or to figure out a way to find out if the guy was attractive before giving an answer, so they went with the law of averages and decided the guy was most likely a drunk sleaze and told the busboy that I have a boyfriend. Then they told me about it in case I wanted to call the bus boy back and admit that I am single. Jack also apologized for possibly blowing my chance with some rich, cute guy if he was wrong with the whole law of averages thing. About an hour later, some other guy came over, wormed his way between our tables (no easy feat considering we had like 15-20 people crammed into a space meant for 8-10), and started chatting me up. All this time I am still trying to balance the awesome monstrosity that is my hat. Picking up or being picked up by guys in a bar isn't really my thing so I went with "Not interested" with both guys. I really just don't understand men. What on Earth is attractive about a woman wearing a flower pot and an Angel tree topper as a hat? I would not feel at all compelled to hit on a guy adorned with similar head wear. I would probably just do a double take and decide he was nuts (there were plenty of people looking at me like that all night, especially on trips all the way across the bar to the restroom).

By about midnight, there were four of us left and we finally decided to call it quits. Since I was up until 3:00 Monday night/Tuesday morning working on a paper, got up at 8:00 and then fell into bed last night at about 1:30, I slept until 10:00 (REALLY late for me) and am still tired. I haven't managed to accomplish much today. I work best in the early morning or late afternoon/evening though so I'm hoping to get some work done later.

EDIT: Meant to add about the guy sending the busboy to find out about "the woman in the blue shirt": you would think it would be easier to make sure the busboy got the right girl if you sent him to ask about "the one with the angel on her head." That would make more sense to me. Then again, my t-shirt was rather form fitting with words across the chest. Perhaps it was the shirt the guys were noticing and not the two-foot angel on my head? If so, that would just add to the likelihood of drunk sleaze. Or perhaps he thought I was unaware of the oddity I was wearing and thought it would be rude to mention it?
tired
Feeling: tired

Comments:

What's Taters, Precious?
mrstater at 8:44 pm on 13 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
Or the guy noticed the oddity on your head, but didn't care because you were wearing a form-fitting shirt with words on your chest. It's amazing what men, drunk sleazes or not, will overlook when there are form-fitting shirts around. ;)
Rachael
bratty_jedi at 8:52 pm on 13 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
It's amazing what men, drunk sleazes or not, will overlook when there are form-fitting shirts around. ;)

Truer words have never been typed. Boys are so predictable.
Jordan
kileaiya at 9:34 pm on 13 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
I wanna see pictures of the haaaat! :D
Rachael
bratty_jedi at 9:39 pm on 13 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
You'll have them immediately after I do. My friend brought her camera and took some pics. Since she's in the same desperately-trying-to-finish-papers boat I'm in, I can't guarantee when she'll get them to me. But when she does, I'll find the time to upload them. Promise!
Jordan
kileaiya at 9:46 pm on 13 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
I am intrigued by the Angel Christmas tree topper.

Glad you had fun! And I will agree about boys being weird.
Rachael
bratty_jedi at 10:40 pm on 13 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
And I will agree about boys being weird.

Apparently so is my mother (weird, that is). I just got off the phone with her. I told her about the guys trying to pick me up and she wanted to know if they got my phone number and was telling me "you never know where you might the right someone." My MOTHER wants me to go out with some random guy in a bar. When I said I didn't like that idea she started pointing out that they were probably W&M students, which I guess makes them slightly less random and safer or something. I still think it is a bad idea and can't believe Mom was acting like she thinks I should have gone for it.
Jordan
kileaiya at 10:54 pm on 13 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
I never, ever thought I would hear of a mother encouraging their daughter to go out with a guy from a bar. Hee, I thought that was to be avoided at all costs! That is quite weird.
godricgal
godricgal at 11:29 pm on 13 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
Oh no, my mother is like Rachael's. Always asking. Not that it was comfortable at first. But now....

Apparently, having a daughter who is several years older than you were when you got married is not quite the thing. ;
Rachael
bratty_jedi at 12:11 am on 14 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
Yeah. I'm not only older than my mom was when she got married but also older than when she had my sister and just a bit younger than when she had me. Apparently this is a problem. And when you add to it that I will be in school for many more years writing my dissertation, she isn't happy about it and wants me to find a guy (grandkids have even been mentioned a time or two).

I always just figure it'll happen when it happens. Someday I'll meet the right guy for me and until then, I don't really care. And I keep pushing my sister and her fiance to get married so they can get around to the whole having kids thing and maybe that'll get mom to stop worrying so much about me. Or it could back fire and she keep telling me I need to find someone so I can be as happy as my sister. We'll see.
What's Taters, Precious?
mrstater at 11:19 pm on 13 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
LOL Mothers are as unpredictable as boys are predictable.
Rachael
bratty_jedi at 12:11 am on 14 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
They really are. It's a mad mad world.
Jules
littlepixiechic at 12:29 am on 15 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
The hat sounds absolutely amazing. And boys are definitely strange. I think most of them forgot to read the memos about acceptable strategies in asking girls out. Can't wait for pictures!
Rachael
bratty_jedi at 4:01 am on 15 December 2006 (UTC) (Link)
Can't wait for pictures!

Oh, well, if you insist... they're up.


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