Welcome to the Jungle (Juice)

I had some good passing amusements this weekend. After an all too perfect Friday Night/Saturday Day combo of Stonehenge/drugs/Withnail and I/Shari's/buying glitter at Fred Meyer/buying an entire crossword puzzle themed outfit at various thrift stores, Ben and I went to my co-worker Juliane's birthday party. It was a rather eclectic mix of recently graduated fairly conventional women's studies majors, UO bro dudes of varying ages, and OSU freshman bedecked in Beavers gear. Needless to say, Ben, in his deep pink v-neck t-shirt, lightning bolt earrings and "celestial" makeup scheme, and I in my crossword outfit, stuck out a little. But the jungle juice was flowing and people were amiable, and credulous of my gender, even if I was kicking back shots of goldschlager and wearing clip-on earrings. I dropped it on some drunk girl in a Zoo York shirt and one of the OSU boys said, "White boy can dance!" Um, sure.

We ended up in way too long of a conversation with a bro named Avery who "really likes shopping" and had Jesus tattoos all over his body. I think he called both me and Ben "dude" initially, but toward the end of the night he said something like "thank you, miss" to me (when I lit his cigarette, no less,) and of course I was drunk enough to call him on it loudly. To which he responded: "Sorry man, I thought you were a dude at first, but where are your pecs? You gotta hit the gym, bro!" Which I thought was doubly funny, because Ben recently decided that the Xiu Xiu hit "Fabulous Muscles" is "our song."