Little update on my party stuff; today we (a group of around ten 28 to 30 year olds) were kicked out of a second hand shop (where we were shopping for neon-colored clothes), by the manager, for, and I quote, "acting like retards." Right. Apparently, we were pointing at clothes and
laughing.
Now, since the theme for this party is "loud," the goal was to find the most outrageous, loud, tacky piece of clothing imaginable, and laughing at it was sort of
the whole point.
The sales lady (a pleasant chain smoking little woman in her 60s), who remembers us from last year, when we bought a veritable
wardrobeful of desperately-out-of-style clothing (bellbottoms, among other things; I look
damn good in those)
ran after us to apologize and to say the manager is an idiot. We couldn't help but agree. Nevertheless, we decided to take our business elsewhere.
We did buy a few sacks of fireworks. Who knew fireworks factories had outlet stores