Just Married: The Conclusion

Today we had our Just Married! Final Showdown bit, lol . . .

So, in the morning (well, at about noon, lol . . . ), Owen and I went to brunch together, and we went along with Carol and Michellanne as a sort of double-date, lol . . . we talked about everything from our favorite colors and foods to vacation plans and dreams to our favorite constellations, lol . . .

Then, I had Improv. We did this long circular-scene exercise (only Peter, John, Rick, Laura, and I showed up . . . ), where everything was related to each other but we could only interact with the person in front of us and behind us for every scene. First there was Peter and Rick as a deadbeat single dad and his son whom he kept accusing of being gay, and then it's the son (Rick still) and his (well, rather deadbeat, as well, lol . . . ) mom (Laura), being awkward about how they don't spend any time together, and the son has to act like the parent because she's never home, and always just off with her new boyfriend. These scenes were very realistic, lol . . . Then we meet the new boyfriend, Ted, and he's this crazy army guy who's obsessed with discipline, lol . . . Then I threw the whole thing into a loop, and was this like war bride come to find the man who fathered my child. Ted's name changes to Charles, lol . . . and then, in the next scene, when I'm supposed to be the same character, it turns out I'm really just an actress, playing a war bride to get to the Ted/Charles fellow, hired by Peter's character. There were some scenes of domestic abuse in there, lol (way to slap Rick, Laura; do it harder next time :-P lol . . . ) and a let's-seduce-the-apparently-60-year-old-woman scene, lol . . .

Hey, we don't need to know numbers . . . J.K. Rowling doesn't, lol . . . :-P

Then, we had the actual Just Married! Final Showdown . . . and Owen and I did terribly, lol . . . We didn't even get extra points for dressing up (though it wouldn't have mattered, lol . . .)! They asked questions that were so obvious we didn't think of them (our high school-- who talks about that? Honestly . . . lol . . . I don't even know Keith's and Patricia's high school's names . . . maybe Patricia's was Zionsville High? Lol . . . I don't even know . . . I only know Lisa because she has some shirt on it, lol . . . ) or so crazy-difficult and personal (what kind of underwear we would wear forever? WTF? Lol . . . ).

. . . and I am disgusted with all you people who would rather have sex involving fruit rather than a whip and handcuffs. *Scoffs.* Wimps. Not to mention that fruit is just gross, lol . . . chocolate and whipped cream, sure . . . but mushy fruit??? EWW!!!

So, we lost, but splendidly . . . but you MUST see the pictures of it! I have them coming . . . ^_^ I think we should have won because of them, don't you?

. . . but, oh, the baby-- Wilbur Carroll Sebastian, a fine, plump, purple pillow of a boy-- is now under scrutiny for who really is his father. You see, Owen is my husband, but, well, Keith claims the baby is his . . . lol!

Just Married: The Conclusion

Today we had our Just Married! Final Showdown bit, lol . . .

So, in the morning (well, at about noon, lol . . . ), Owen and I went to brunch together, and we went along with Carol and Michellanne as a sort of double-date, lol . . . we talked about everything from our favorite colors and foods to vacation plans and dreams to our favorite constellations, lol . . .

Then, I had Improv. We did this long circular-scene exercise (only Peter, John, Rick, Laura, and I showed up . . . ), where everything was related to each other but we could only interact with the person in front of us and behind us for every scene. First there was Peter and Rick as a deadbeat single dad and his son whom he kept accusing of being gay, and then it's the son (Rick still) and his (well, rather deadbeat, as well, lol . . . ) mom (Laura), being awkward about how they don't spend any time together, and the son has to act like the parent because she's never home, and always just off with her new boyfriend. These scenes were very realistic, lol . . . Then we meet the new boyfriend, Ted, and he's this crazy army guy who's obsessed with discipline, lol . . . Then I threw the whole thing into a loop, and was this like war bride come to find the man who fathered my child. Ted's name changes to Charles, lol . . . and then, in the next scene, when I'm supposed to be the same character, it turns out I'm really just an actress, playing a war bride to get to the Ted/Charles fellow, hired by Peter's character. There were some scenes of domestic abuse in there, lol (way to slap Rick, Laura; do it harder next time :-P lol . . . ) and a let's-seduce-the-apparently-60-year-old-woman scene, lol . . .

Hey, we don't need to know numbers . . . J.K. Rowling doesn't, lol . . . :-P

Then, we had the actual Just Married! Final Showdown . . . and Owen and I did terribly, lol . . . We didn't even get extra points for dressing up (though it wouldn't have mattered, lol . . .)! They asked questions that were so obvious we didn't think of them (our high school-- who talks about that? Honestly . . . lol . . . I don't even know Keith's and Patricia's high school's names . . . maybe Patricia's was Zionsville High? Lol . . . I don't even know . . . I only know Lisa because she has some shirt on it, lol . . . ) or so crazy-difficult and personal (what kind of underwear we would wear forever? WTF? Lol . . . ).

. . . and I am disgusted with all you people who would rather have sex involving fruit rather than a whip and handcuffs. *Scoffs.* Wimps. Not to mention that fruit is just gross, lol . . . chocolate and whipped cream, sure . . . but mushy fruit??? EWW!!!

So, we lost, but splendidly . . . but you MUST see the pictures of it! I have them coming . . . ^_^ I think we should have won because of them, don't you?

. . . but, oh, the baby-- Wilbur Carroll Sebastian, a fine, plump, purple pillow of a boy-- is now under scrutiny for who really is his father. You see, Owen is my husband, but, well, Keith claims the baby is his . . . lol!