Twas Brillig

Special announcement, gentle readers!

As I’ve been going through all these boxes of old junk for the last few days (years? It so feels like years) I discovered boxes of old photos and piles and piles of old love letters. So.Stinking.Embarrassing. And because I wouldn’t want to waste such treasures, we here at ‘Twas Brillig (okay, there’s no “we” here. It’s just me) have decided to implement Flashback Friday (featuring stories with pictures) and Soap Opera Sunday featuring true and hilarious stories from all the boy drama of my high school and college years. And, oh goodness, there’s a LOT of material there. I chose Sunday, even though I know that actually most of my blogger friends do their blogging while at work and therefore aren’t around much on Sundays, but Sundays are slower days for me around here AND it will give you all something to snicker at (hopefully!) when you tune in on Monday mornings.

And so, let the Friday Flashback begin.

Once upon a time I was in college and my bestest friend was my dear Matt. Matt adored me. He thought I was so beautiful (he’s gay…) and he loved to dress me up and show me off. We had been friends almost our whole lives, minus a couple of awkward years in high school. But when college came, we couldn’t bear to be parted for more than a few hours at a time. Hahaha.

Matt also had some strange power over me. He would come up with these absolutely ridiculous plans and somehow I would always go along with them.

Which brings us to today’s Friday Flashback.

One night, in the middle of the night, Matt came to my dorm to get me. I was in my pajamas, and could I please change first? No. There was no time for that. Sigh. So I threw on some flip-flops and followed him out the door.

He had a very important mission for us, but he would explain it when we got there.

And, where was “there”? Our local grocery store. And the mission? To buy crackers and cheez whiz, sit down at the handy table right there in the grocery store, and invite strangers to come and join us for cheese and crackers and get their pictures taken with us.

Look at me. Don’t I look like a nice girl? NOT like the kind of girl that would be sitting in the grocery store in her pajamas, inviting strangers to come and eat cheez whiz with me? Do you see the pain etched on my face? The pain screaming out to you, begging you to find a way to make the crazy gay man let me go back to my dorm and go to bed?

But really. The craziest part about this whole thing is that people actually sat down to eat cheez whiz and get their pictures taken with us!!!!

Here’s to you, Matt, and all the crazy things you made me do. Matt-stories are bound to become a regular here on Flashback Fridays.
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Oh, and one more bit of news. I was apparently nominated for:

If you like what you see here, like, at all, then click on the logo to vote for me! Yeah, we all know I’m not gonna win the thing, but it sure would be fun not to come in last place!