Last night was going to be awesome. We would watch our game shows, then eat pizza while watching Avatar, because Avatar isn't all that great, but pizza makes everything better. And then we would watch the new episode of Danny Phantom followed by jello for dessert and then a nice, long night of Phantom Brave. Or so we had intended.
But then the phone rang during Danny Phantom. Sometimes Dad calls on Friday nights, so I picked up. It wasn't Dad; it was one of our visiting teachers, inviting us to join her to go see some boy and his roommates and make cookies. She has a habit of calling and inviting us to do things on the spur of the moment, which is bad, because, since we have no social life and plan accordingly, we have plans that most people would think are stupid reasons to refuse going out.
We usually end up saying no anyway, because, as we so carefully explained to her last week, we don't like having things sprung on us. This is partially because of our other "plans" and partially because we don't know her well enough to trust that we'd enjoy whatever it is she's springing on us, especially because she seemed thoroughly bored when we showed her the first episode of Fruits Basket (that part we left out of the explanation).
But there was a little part of me saying that, if I want to keep people as friends, it's a bad idea to turn them down every time they ask us to join them. There was also a big part of me wanting to end the conversation quickly so I could get back to Danny Phantom, which, because we don't have Tivo, was not waiting for me. And I figured that if there were cookies involved, it couldn't be all bad.
I guess it should have been apparent from the beginning that she just wanted us there so she wouldn't feel awkward on her date, but I didn't hear who exactly we would be visiting because she talks quietly (always made worse on the phone) and I was still trying to watch Danny Phantom.
It wasn't so bad at first, except for giving up Phantom Brave, the case to which was looking up at us forlornly even as we left our apartment, and which we had been looking forward to playing all day. Her date's roommates were pretty nice, trying to make conversation and stuff. I do wonder why the one suddenly decided he wanted to work on this project instead.
When the cookies were done, we played Apples to Apples. This is where we discovered the true nature of our company. Not that they're evil or anything, just very much not the type of people we can spend time with and not go postal. Obviously we could tell from the conversation too, but there were certain things that really made it stand out.
For example, one time the adjective was some synonym of "smart;" I don't remember exactly. And someone put down the card "Japanese." The judge, one of the roommates, likes to talk about why or why not the cards actually match, and this time, he said something like, "Yeah, they're smart about bombing us and suicide dives." Back in high school, when we had a penpal from Indiana telling us that most of the people from her hometown still judged the Japanese based on what they did during WWII, we were surprised, and a little disbelieving, because we didn't think anyone could be that racist and unforgiving. Apparently we were wrong.
And then our visiting teacher starts asking if anyone knew what Kamikaze actually means, in the voice that said, "Here's something I bet you don't know!" And we're like, "Um... Japanese majors...?" Fortunately, she's very nice and seemed to appreciate that someone else knew and could explain it. It was weird though, because most people I know, including myself, bring up unknown facts like that so they can look like the smart one. That's why I always try to be careful to choose my audience.
And then one time the card was "corrupt" and someone put down "Walt Disney," and we're like, "Excuse me. Michael Eisner is corrupt; Walt Disney wasn't." Now, we actually have not done all the research to know all the corruption at Disney and when or with whom it started, but I think of Walt Disney as a bit of a role model and don't like to hear people talk about him like that. Especially when they're clearly even less informed than we are, because their response was, "Who's Michael Eisner?"
Why do people insist on hating things before they learn anything about them? They should be like Jazz on Danny Phantom, who wanted to experience ghost hunting so she could hate it in a more educated fashion.
Moral of the story: don't let your visiting teacher use you as a date accessory. I would much rather spend my evening with Ash and Marona than those people, even if Ash and Marona are fictional.
Oh, and Athena won. Oh yeah, baby.
PS: Can someone who's smart and informed please tell us why Bush is a good president?