Tomorrow Was Yesterday
So, the black plastic was pulled off early yesterday morning to reveal plywood temples, water balloons, zip cords that shriek and spark when you try to use them, and a hazy smear of little paper clues for the treasure-hunting hordes. I spent the day working on an artsy-fartsy themed stack*, taking black and white photographs of my friends, playing Statues in the middle of a yuppie pedestrian mall, having my stomach painted with henna.
The highlight of the day, though, was being led into a large whitewashed room where several bottles of tempera paint were waiting for us. It took about thirty seconds to strip down to our underwear and start flinging paint at each other, dancing and smashing our paint-slick bodies onto the walls. I haven’t had so much fun since preschool.
Not quite the highlight of the day, but slightly more marketable to large audiences, was the presence of Jay Leno’s camera crew. They were on campus to film some “wacky man on the street” segment – someone had tipped them off. As we walked by about 20 minutes before they were scheduled to start, a woman standing in a clump of Leno-people said “… now, these people…” and broke off to approach us.
“Do you guys want to stick around for a few minutes and say something to Jay Leno?”
We all looked at each other. “Uhhh… not really, no.”
“Are you sure? Your parents would love to see you on national television!”
National Television! The way she said it, National Television should pull more powerfully than the One Ring, but none of us had anything interesting to say to Jay Leno. Anyway, she only wanted us because at that point I was wearing an inflatable elephant swim-toy on my head, and everyone else had hilarious gaudy jackets straight off the Dr. Who costume rack. So we left.
Pictures should be up soon.
*The loosely themed collections of games the seniors create to keep us occupied and out of their rooms are called stacks, because they used to be just stacks of bricks behind a door.