UHF + IHOP = tasty

Went to Hockaday graduation.
TBarr voiced his theory that the number of noisemakers the announcement of a girl's name ellicits is directly proportional to their promiscuity.
And, no, Priscilla's name was not followed by any airhorns. Currin's was followed by quite a few, but I digress.

Graduation ceremonies are what happens when sentimentality collides with bureaucracy.

Their graduation speaker was Tim O'Brien, Vietnam war author and nifty guy. His speech was more interesting than our grad speaker. Especially as it had nothing to do with graduation and everything to do with writing. Okay, maybe just interesting to me.

Afterwards, was much crying and hugging. Mostly hugging amongst my female friends, as Priscilla and co are made of sterner stuff. Katy Crow, meanwhile, cried her eyes out. Just like she does at everything.
Priscilla liked her graduation present of a Buddha greeting card and appreciated the gift certificate to Borders.
We merry band of friends (sans Luke) went to a party for a brief while, then to the Inwood for a midnight showing of UHF, whence Luke rejoined us.
UHF is an old Wierd Al Yankovic movie that is amusing to no end. Stars the guy who played Kramer before he was famous and cliched.
"Supplies!" Hehe.

We (myself, Priscilla, Marcelina, Luke, Elizabeth, and Zimo) then all went to IHOP. The girls were still wearing their white graduation dresses and hats. Prompted lots of questions from patrons, who thought they had just gotten back from a wedding. I said that next time we really should pretend there was a marriage, or marriages. There were six of us, one couple would have to be gay, that's all. Of course, Priscilla said that Luke and I were the logical pair. The ladies would be our "flower girls". So, that idea got nixxed.
The people at IHOP at 3 in the morning are great people. They're friendly and weird. Perfect combination.

Got home at 4 after we all decided that there was nothing left to do.