a little homework [part two]

All day we attended meetings about yearbook things, such as layouts, not taking butt pictures and how to make the best book ever.  Quinci, Jami, Cody, and I didn’t talk to anyone.  We all decided that we wanted to seem intimidating.  After dinner, Quinci, Jami and I retired to our room.  Peeved, Cody went to share a room with three strangers.  The next day befell yearbook goodness to the last drop. The only problem was all our ideas getting shot down by our printing plant because of price, our beloved Kiwi, Guava, and Pineapple all out the window.  At yearbook camp, you plan out the entire book.   From pages to the cover, those pages become your life and at the end of camp someone wins best over-all book based on your work.  After a long and hard day Quinci, Jami, and I found ourselves tired and located ourselves in our room.  That particular day pertained to another meeting in the midst of Aaron, the American Fork High yearbook Jostens rep.  We had gotten into another fight about the cover with him, making us all crabby and hostile. The next day happened to be Quinci’s birthday, Jami and I didn’t even think about letting it slide like she asked us to.

            “Meg, aren’t you hungry? You dropped your plate again at dinner and didn’t eat much,” Jami stated a very true fact indeed.

            “Yes! For sure! I could eat a horse,” I replied, catching onto her drift, “Quinci do you want anything while we’re out?”

            “No, I’m good.  Just hurry back because Aaron will be here soon for room check.  We don’t want him thinking that Jami snuck out again!”  Quinci laughed.

            Jami and I ran from our room to the store down the hill.  It just happened to be closed at eleven at night.  We then ran to the restaurant, which happened to be closed too!   

            “How are we going to get a birthday cake for Quinci if everything is closed?” Jami asked, miffed at our foiled plan.

            “Wait, isn’t there a bar by the hotel? Don’t they serve food?”  I thought aloud.

            “YES!”

            We had ten minutes until room check, and we took off sprinting to the Cantina by our hotel.  The doors were locked and they had no intentions of letting us in.  Jami did pretend sign language to show them that all we only wanted cake, not drinks.  It didn’t work and they told us about another bar on the tenth floor.  We didn’t check the time because we knew of the inevitability of being late.  When we arrived at the bar on the tenth floor we didn’t know what to do because a huge “If-you-are-not-twenty-one-or-older-don’t-think-about-coming-in” sign located itself on the door.  Fearless Jami walked right on in, found the bartender and asked,

            “We would like to get some cake please?”  He gave her a puzzled look and handed us a menu.  We both stood behind him as we looked it over.

            “You guys can sit anywhere, it’s cool to seat yourself here.” He stated, giving us look that said ‘get lost’.  We both stayed glued to the floor.  He then looked us up and down and laughed.

            “You aren’t twenty one are you?  Just order quickly and stand by the front desk okay?”  He then walked away, still laughing.  We ordered and while we waited for our cake we took pictures so we could prove that we actually got into a bar.  Jami told me all her secrets on flirting, which I didn’t quite grasp before we got our cake.  We returned to our room to find Quinci in her swimming suit laying belly up on her bed, eating ice.

            “FINALLY, Meg, get your suit on! We’re going swimming!”  She yelled throwing an ice cube at me.  We then proceeded to light a match and sing happy birthday to her over our bar cake.  We laughed until our bellies hurt and then I put on my swimming suit, and went swimming in the bathtub (a rather large bathtub) with Quinci.  Jami had to work on pages.  We had a blast until Aaron came, with a noise complaint from three doors down, then we had to stop and go to sleep.

            The last day we attended the award ceremony, where the judges’ award books in many categories such as best theme, color, designs and such.  Cody, Quinci, Jami, Abby, and I couldn’t describe our nervousness to each other.  All we could do was hope that The Mango, our latest plan, would make us proud.  We all sat uneasy as we kept loosing everything.