John (in the corner, wrestling with the champagne): Damnit!
Everyone Else (screaming along with the TV): TEN…NINE…
Me: You OK over there John?
John (visibly panicked): I can’t get it open!
Everyone Else: SEVEN…SIX…FIVE…
Rocco: Where’s the remote? Somebody pause it!
Yup. It’s like THAT already. 2010 will officially be known as the year we tried to postpone with a DVR.
Coincidentally, it will also go down as the year an alien slept in my guest room.
We had a surprise house guest for the holiday. I’d met her once or twice before, but I’d never spent a significant amount of time talking to her. In fact, I could count the number of things I knew about her on a single hand: Her name is Krista. She’s minuscule in stature. She used to work in theater. She lives in Chicago. Oh and she’s studying astrophysics.
I think that last “Krista Fact” should have been my first hint of her extra terrestrial tendencies. It’s my theory that studying the universe keeps her from feeling terribly homesick. If I was living on a foreign planet, I think I’d keep a picture of Earth on my cell phone, or in my wallet, or wrapped around my sixteenth tentacle. Hell, she actually used the phrase “annihilating dark matter” in a casual conversation while watching one of the 492 Bowls televised on New Year’s Day. To be fair, Rocco might use the same phrase watching football with a mess of friends – but it would be a euphemism for one of his bodily functions rather than a commentary on the anisotropy of the cosmic microwave background. (Boy will this post be a ginormous disappointment to the guy that ends up on this site by googling those search terms.)
But wait, I’m not done. Krista and another gal started chatting about defending their theses. Is it really possible for humans, specifically human friends of Rocco that have consumed several alcoholic beverages, to have the following conversation without giggling even a little?
Krista: …and then you have the oral?
Abigail: Yes.
Krista: You’re going to feel like total shit coming out of your oral. I did stellar on my written, but then I totally fucked it up because my oral was so bad. How long is your oral?
Abigail: Three hours.
Krista: That’s a LOT of oral.
Yes, I’m thirteen years old. We established that a LONG time ago. That does not make the evidence any less substantial. I won’t even touch the part of the conversation where they discussed collecting and studying yeast. Obviously they speak with brain waves and consume nutrients through osmosis on Krista’s home planet, so there are no mouths to help little teenage aliens remain technically a virgin while still sexually active.
My last and most damming piece of evidence involves her expulsion of waste. The girl alien DOES NOT PEE. Each night, we’d say our Goodnights in the living room, and she’d curl up in bed without that one last pee of the day. I slept lightly each night, waiting to hear her pad across the floor, the creak of the door hinges, the flush of the toilet…nothing. Then in the morning, I’d wake up, head to the living room, and write my morning pages while waiting for the other two to arise. Krista would open her door, smile, then innocently plop right down in an armchair, yawning.
I don’t know about you Interwebz, but 90% of the time it’s my bladder that wakes me in the morning. Occasionally an alarm clock or Rocco sleep-smacking me in the face will happen first, but it only takes an instant for my bladder to protest its overnight load. Every night my very last conscious action is one final trip to the loo. If it takes me more than 30 minutes to fall asleep, I have to get back up to pee again…just for good measure. Yet every morning the urge to pee is overwhelming. I MUST PEE before anything else happens in the morning.
Krista was here for about 36 hours. By my math, she went in the bathroom three times. Each of those times, she had other reasons to visit the room: showering, brushing her teeth, etc. I saw her eat and drink things, but I have no idea where they went. Maybe her host body has been modified so that her excretory system converts her bodily waste into those weird gelatinous bubbles that are then harvested and used in bubble tea.
Don’t get me wrong, she was absolutely lovely and I had a wonderful time hanging with her. You might even say she’s out of this world…
You may be right! She does have a weird way of hugging!
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That girl is in for some serious UTI business. Maybe not today or tomorrow but fucking soon.
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I’m not sure they have UTI’s on her planet. Hell I’m not sure they have UT’s. They probably have some other kind of I’s though.
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awesome. i’ll let you know how my 3 hr oral goes.
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And I totally just spit water all over my keyboard. Stop that. Wait till Rocco forwards me the link you sent him…it can only go downhill.
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You are indeed 13, maybe 12. yay
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Occasionally 11. It’s quite possible I’m regressing. Oh yay.
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heh, heh, she said 3 hour oral.
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I’m with you on the pee thing. Even if I just went, and I’m about to get into bed, I stop to deliberate over whether or not I should go again, and always manage to make myself out of fear that I’ll be waken up having to pee OR do the unspeakable, and have a dream about peeing, where the only real part is the pee coming out of you.
Not me. I’ve just heard stories. Hypothetical stories. Stop looking at me!
hehehehe oral.
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You were totally the “bowl of warm water guy” at slumber parties, weren’t you?
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Have you checked under the bed in your guest room? She may have peed into jars and stashed them there.
Hey, it happens.
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Ew. I can’t decided if that more or less gross than her using the litterbox.
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“That’s a lot of oral”
Tee hee hee, I am 13 too then. It always reminds me of that comedy wedding sketch where one guy is guffawing madly over any word that could be remotely used rudely, despite the non rude context.
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It could ever be used in a dirty context, that’s right where my mind wanders. It’s a tough life just sitting here in this gutter.
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OMG! You found the best webpage for how to make bubble tea, ever! STAR STAR STAR! (When you do try making them on your own, throw the tapioca balls into ICE CUBES in a strainer. Better than cold water. I don’t get to give out cooking advice often. I am so psyched!)
Ok. Regarding ORAL… LOL. It never occurred to me that it is funny how ABDs and PHDs talk about “orals”. Now that I think about it. LOL. Husb and I were still dating then when I was in the program. I wonder whether he got confused and thought I really did take Orals seriously that I lost sleep over them!
If I ever get to meet you ever, I will be sure to go to the bathroom on an acceptable frequency. LOL.
TIVO-paused new year. Love it! Maybe we need to get TIVO just for that!
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You MADE bubble tea? Wait, you DRINK bubble tea? *shudder*
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Fuck yeah. I love them so much I had 6 of those (bubble tea. Bubble everything) in 2 days when I was in Taipei.
.-= submom´s last blog ..“Do you realize the people back here are getting cookies?!” =-.
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