Welcome To My Bed

Magic morsel #15, and a mini slam update.

I have no idea who it was, but somebody got this song stuck in everybody's heads over here at the treehouse and we don't even know more than three or four lines of the lyrics. But the ones we do know are the ones that matter, such as, "I keep you open all night like you IHOP". Cass and I were semi-horrified/concerned when we realized how much we still have crushes on Justin Timberlake, the residue of boy band love back in middle school. We've been asking each other NSYNC trivia questions from an old board game, and I now know what Mr. Timberlake's ankle tattoo is of, as well as what kind of underwear he wears both on and off stage. I did not need to know any of this.

In other news, the NPS finals (part one) took place last night, and we all had such a good time. I went into the night knowing that no matter what, I'm going to St. Paul this summer regardless of whether it is as a team member or entourage. And the poems everyone put up made me so happy. New things, things that had never been off page, things that had never been seen by an audience before. In the midst of all the awesome happening (and there was a considerable amount of awesome), I realized that the whole thing is really anybody's game. That being said, there is a very serious possibility that we might have an all lady poet team. Excuse me while I go do a happy dance.

Next week, post-slam, Christina and I are planning a Star Trek after party. Hopefully I will have a different song stuck in my head by that time.