Oh yes I am, thanks to my friend MK (she blogs at Why yes I am crazy, thank you for asking!) who was chatting with me earlier tonight about some ground-breaking subject matter and said this:
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Anyway, their third roommate was also an artist and had painted an enormous abstract piece that hung on the main wall of their living room. It looked something like this:
So, what would you do if you were hanging out at your fiance's apartment waiting for him to get out of class and you had a large backdrop-like painting hanging on a nearby wall and then found out that his roommate (Hunter) had Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy" on CD?
Have a fake runway show, of course.
'Cause we knew that Tommy was going to get home *any second* and if he walked in and we had "I'm Too Sexy" blaring and we were "doing our little turns on the catwalk" in front of the painting, it would be, like THE BEST TUESDAY AFTERNOON OF HIS LIFE.
I mean seriously, just imagine this...
in front of that^^^ painting. Ninja Turtle masks may have been involved.
I know, right? Awe-SOME.
But then we got to the end of the song and he still wasn't home.
So we put it on repeat, dancing and turning and strutting like mad folk, keeping our eyes on the front door so that the minute he walked in, we would be able to see our extremely hilarious cleverness reflected in his eyes.
It was going to be the the crowning glory of our ridiculous roommate/fiance co-antics (yes, there were several).
But after the sixth round of that fine little ditty, our poor swaggery hips were losing their swagger. I could no longer keep my cheeks sucked in in the customary hot-model manner. His strut was becoming more of a shuffle. Our plan was being foiled. Foiled, I say!
Because of course Tommy did not have the decency to tell us that he was meeting with one of his professors after class and would not be coming DIRECTLY HOME the way we had not promised us that he would. Which means that for 18 minutes straight we did our very best most fantastic wonderous model impressions ever with no one even there to appreciate and applaud us. No one!
And then, just when we stopped to rethink our strategy and pressed pause on that there compact disc player, we heard his keys in the front door...
Leaping! Scrambling! Strutting! Throwin' out some jazz hands! Turning, turning, turning!
Our dream had finally come true.
It was everything I could have hoped!
And we lived happily ever after.