New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Thursday, April 22, 2004

As promised..."There's always a little bit of cheerleader in the indiest of prom queens..."

Remember the girl I mentioned who I thought was so cool? Well our last little adventure with the kids was to take them cross town on the S to a restaurant in Grand Central Station which was very cool because it puts you right on top of the world basically. The world of the people trying to go home to CN. That building is amazing. The ceiling is enough to make you want to cry, what with all the constellations laid out in all their glory. Anyway here we are taking the kids on the S which thankfully only runs between Times Square and Grand Central with no stops...and all in the middle of rush hour.

With five seasoned travelers and all our ducklings in between we were doing our best not to lose anyone. I managed to start up a conversation with my nearest winner who happened to be the lost duckingly of earlier. A long, slender, golden reed who towered over me. During the course of our conversation we discussed the Courtney did she or didn't she topic (spurred by me seeing the copy of Blender with her on the cover that I must must must buy tomorrow morning because Francis Bean is interviewed too)...then he tells me that he was surprised that he was chosen because he has braces and you never see people on TV with braces...I had to tell him that we were talking about it the other day and we thought that he had just gotten them! AND we thought that they were cute. Apparently he had them all along. I don't know how we missed that. So he and I had buddied up and I spotted the lovely pink disposable camera in his bag (the bag that I designed for the campaign and I had given them all the day before)...and I commented on it with "Oh is that from your wedding?" I wasn't the only one who noticed it another winner said the same thing. It was apparently from his prom and he was trying to use it up. AAWWWWW.

So we manage to get to the restaurant which is surrounded by the dull roar of a building built of stone and full of clicking heels...The grownups split up to cover all the tables and somehow I realized only this morning that I was at the table with the four male winners. Out of seventeen only four where boys one was my 17 year old duckling who brought his mom (who sat at another table) and the all the others were 18, 19, and 21 respectively...all the others brought girlfriends/or "friends."

My indie girl was at the table to my back with "cough drop girl" aka annoying agressive girl who thought that she was way too cute. ANNOYING. It's a shame. She almost became "indie girl" based on her audition. No such luck for her. Well that's where the whole there's always a little bit of cheerleader in the indiest of prom queens...thing came from because honestly indie and cough were certainly getting on fairly well. Tee hee. It made me giggle.

I enjoyed my kids a great deal. They were funny and smart and engaging. The 19 year old became a favorite of all the girls on my team. Because he was different, sincere, awkward, chubby and intelligent plus he had a cute name which I won't expose. The talent that spoke to the group took a liking to him as well. I have the cutest picture of them where she looks like a glamour puss and he looks like a little chubby indie boy with the cutest date at the prom (and he knows it and he knows that she really likes him). His girlfriend got meet Hanson at the Virgin Mega Store so everyone was happy. Very cute. I was riding him hard all week for his "smoking" which he claimed was a result of there not being anything to do in his city and that "cigarettes were too cheep not to use." It all took a turn for the old when I started the old music interrogation and found out that he liked "punk." "Punk" meaning "old" Rancid circa "Ruby SoHo"!!! Ugh. I had to point out that wasn't really old Rancid and well had he heard of Operation Ivy? Or rather Op Ivy? NOPE!!! Stab me in the heart 'cause that's when Tim Armstrong was still hot and lanky in a sexy skater way.

Then the "duckling" leaned across the table and inquired..."so what do you think of the stage moms?" How much do I love these kids??? Totally great. I also told him that I was worried about his posture when I saw his audition as he seemed to lean to one side. He was surprised at that but I also told him that I feld better now that I realized that he was okay. I know I know I worry too much about people that I shoudn't. I later took the opportunity to inquire as to why none of them had asked me about the Superbowl and we all had a very interesting conversation on the topic. Me explaining how the relationship had come to be and them explaining to me how they thought it was absurd and how they didn't even make the connection between the brands. I think they enjoyed the fact that I took the time to explain to them the whole situation and relationship, etc...

I also gave them some tips on how I thought that they could utilize their editing skills to make money creating quality commercials for local advertisers.

I dished a little dirt (because why shouldn't I share my experiences with them) and I laughed at all their stories. For every annoying kid at the mall I hope that there are three kids like these waiting in the wings because it would make me feel so much more secure and happy...

Someone told the drunk men at the bar my name and where I worked and they started shouting it and one of the cute little girl winners was like, "Did I say your name too loud?" and I assured her that it was not her fault.

"Cough drop" was going on and on about how they were going to go to Serendipity "the cutest little dessert cafe" and I was like, "Ummm, who goes there on a Wednesday night and it's very overrated..." She also was getting strange men to take even stranger photographs with her like, "pretend you're proposing" and "let's do an awkward prom picture!" That's what locked in the "this is the girl I wish I would have smacked in high school/college." "Indie" who was fluttering around waiting to talk to me before she left, we said our goodbyes and she told me she was going on with "cough drop" and I just totally saw through the "indie" and was saddened by the "oh how it sucks to be a girl who just wants to have friends and a crowd" thing. I urged her to email me some of her stuff and so let's start the clock. :)

So then the drunk guys were still harassing me and I said to them, "I am sorry guys I can't speak to you. You're on the wrong side of the rope." All whilst pointing to the "velvet rope" seperating them from us. More blather from them...with me replying, "I am sorry but that's the rule of the rope and you're on the wrong side." More shouting of my name as I walk away and I toss over my shoulder, "Don't worry, that's just my stage name!" Tee hee. The ladies giggled at that story this morning.

Highlight of the evening? Duckling telling me how much fun he had and me saying. "Thanks! It's hard being the 'old one' at the table and it's difficult trying to remind yourself that you are most certainly not as cool as you think that you are." And you know what he said and I am going to try to believe it? "What are you talking about? I had a great time and you are cool!"

Ahhhhhhhh. Now you know why I always wanted a little brother, but Gilly says, "Get thee to another college and become a teacher."
posted by JustKeepMum on 9:54 PM