Nicole. Makeup. Dress. Nicole says she wants tonight to go perfectly, but judging from the hour before, it looks like it's going to suck. Tim's late. Ha. Of course he is. "It's just typical Tim," say Maggie's Twin Boobies of Hatred. Tim finally arrives twenty minutes late, and no one answers the door for him. Nicole finally gets it. Tim's suit is pretty nice, I have to say. He brings a rose and kisses Nicole on the cheek. She says she's hoping tonight is the night for that kiss. Yeah, so is everyone, just so we don't have to fucking hear about it again. But then she may just move on to the next thing. "When is Tim going to touch my boobies? I'm really hoping tonight is the night he reaches under my shirt." She can take the fun out of anything.
Photos. Photos. They jump on a really cool bus and take it up to Canada. If I were them, I'd just stay and drink in the bus, because
they arrive at the party, and it sucks. It's like a rec room decorated by the sixth grade Key Club. MamaStacey camera-fibs that Courtney has done an "amazing job." No. She has not. People mill around and drink/talk/suck. Courtney camera-talks about how all the preparations were hard, but everything worked out. Judging by the dope buffet line, I'd say you're right!
Is it just me, or do there seem to be a lot more people at this party than there are in the sorority? Okay, sigh -- Tim and Nicole time. They stand around having terribly mundane conversation. Tim says that maybe he'll show the other girls how he's not such an asshole. Tim camera-talks about how all the girls hate him. Buffet line. Tim asks Nicole if the girl behind him in line is in the sorority. Nicole turns to the girl, Courtney, and stupidly says, by way of terrible introduction, "Courtney, do you know Tim?" "Hi," says Courtney, very coldly, and goes back to scooping up mini-pizzas and chimichangas. She camera-sucks about how Nicole introducing her to Tim was very awkward and she has nothing to say to the kid -- and then, finished with her food, she sticks her cigarette in her mouth, and swishes off with her plate. Goddamn, that's classy! Smoking in the buffet line. Julia must be jealous that she didn't think of it first.