Sock Party- May 1, 1999 Food. Lots of
food. Socks. Lots of socks.
Silly card game; silly
word game.
Fun. Lots of fun.
That's what everyone
had when our wing had a sock exchange. Orginally supposed to be a
panty exchange, Lauren, the Firefighter RA, changed it to socks after some
of us expressed concern over giving out our panty size to people (uh, yeah,
I'm going to devulge that info!).
First, the priority
was to find socks. We each put our names on a piece of paper,
along with our sock size (a much less embaressing prospect!), and what
kind of socks we'd like. I just happened to get a Miss Mary Heather
Covington in the sock exchange (yes, the infamous Heather), who put down
that she wanted socks with giraffes, frogs, bears, or trumpets (!) on them.
I really wanted to get her frog socks, but, ended up getting a pair of
Winnie the Pooh socks (well, Winnie the Pooh is a bear!) for her.
Despite her wanting socks with bears on them, I pretty much knew she wasn't
going to like the Winnie the Pooh theme. Because I was with her,
though, I was able to deduce a totally different type of sock (ones with
pom-poms on them, which conjure up images of my mom's friend, Mary Kay,
because she wore them when I was a little kid) that she'd like and I bought
those for her instead. But, since I didn't have time to return the
Winnie the Pooh socks, I kept them for myself and absolutely adore them.
As the time of the party
came about, I wrapped the socks in an old Newswire (par Lauren's
instructions) and put Heather's name on them, not even thinking we'd do
the whole "Guess Who Got You Your Sock" game. So, obviously, Heather
knew that she had me, because my handwriting isn't exactly non-descript.
But, I had a really hard time figuring out who my person was. We
weren't allowed to open our socks until we figured out who our person was
and I was one of the last to figure out who gave mine to me. Turned
out it was Mega Bee, of cosmic bowling fame. I recieved cute little
butterfly socks, which I wear quite frequently now.
We all put our socks
on and lined up against the wall, on our backs on the floor, with our feet
on the wall. A girl from another wing took a picture of all of our
feet next to each other, some fighting with each other, some kidnapping
a middle foot (don't ask). The bad thing was that some of the threads
in my socks came undone because of the texture of the wall. But,
they're okay- just a little stringy on the bottom.
We then played a card
game that my roommate, Ashley, told us about. However, it didn't
end up going to well. It involved each of us having a name that was
three syllables and was a type of animal. When we placed a card down
on the ground, we had to look around to see if anyone else put down that
same card and scream their name; then, we'd take control of the card.
Sounds simple enough, but, somehow us brainy college students managed to
confuse it and mess it up. We then decided to play a word game that involved
starting out with a two word phrases such as "doghouse" and then the next
person would have to build off of the "house" part. It got rather
funny and wrong toward the end.
An incredible amount
of food was bought. We had pickles, ice cream (no, none of us are
pregnant!), root beer, cream soda, Surge, Coke, two cakes, Peppridge Farms
cookies, garlic and salt potato chips (ick), peanut M&Ms (not Eminem),
peach gummy things, Sour Patch Kids, and various other foods for us to
gorge ourselves on.
All and all, it was
a pretty enjoyable end of the school year party.
