Saturday after a soapbox derby we took it upon ourselves to eat cheese in bed. That night we were supposed to go to a party with my roommate. So we got wigs and got all done up and put them on and popped some wine and though we meant to go out, pretty much stayed in bed wine and wigs for most of the night. Emily and I, Emily still wearing her wig, did manage to stagger across the street to The Lone Palm for one drink, Emily, the whole time worrying that the man who was trying to pick her up would try to tousle her hair and notice it was made of plastic.