Oct. 13th, both Carly and SC's b-days. They deserve a wonderful, loving
story... instead they're getting this
Usual disclaimers, permission to archive granted to the DP
Shaven Monkeys and the Other Hazards of Middle Age
By: Cousin Mary
Carly woke up feeling great! It was October 13th, and she was now
legal! "Woohoo!" She jumped out of bed and did a little happy-21 jig.
Throwing her 'Studs on Ice' Hockey poster a kiss, she pulled on something
vinyl, a pair ballet slippers and was good to go.
In the hall she met up with SC, who was still in her black silk bathrobe
and carrying her dashund, Queenie, who matched. She looked at Carly, who
was waaaay too perky in her estimation, and yawned, "Good mornin'."
The redhead was fairly bouncing up and with excitement, "So what ya
think they have planned?!"
SC and Queenie both looked at Carly like she'd lost her mind (it was a
look the New Yorker got quite a bit actually,) "What are you talking
about?"
"You don't remember?!" A look of total and utter disbelief turned
Cary's mouth into a perfect gaping 'O.'
SC yawned, so did Queenie, "No, what?"
"It's our birthdays!" Carly jumped up and down, "I'm 21!"
"Oh is it?" SC accidentally stepped out of one of her black bunny
slippers and paused to put it back on, "I should have remembered that...
this is the year I stop counting." The 29-year-old quipped.
"So," Carly really was bouncing up and down now, "What do you think they
have planned? They always do something big!"
SC shrugged, "Coffee first, worry about that later."
Grumbling under her breath about wanting a party, not coffee, Carly
none-the-less followed her friend down the Mansion's grand staircase. As
they reached the base, the pair, plus Queenie, heard the unmistakable
sounds of mischief... DP brand mischief.
"Should we go and take a look?" SC asked. The noises, strange yelps
and high pitched squealing were coming from the Conservatory.
Unfortunately the Conservatory was in the opposite direction of the
kitchen (where to coffeepots were kept.) It was quite a dilemma, pitting
a DP's need of coffee against her innate sense of almost overwhelming
curiosity. Which would win out?
"We've -got- to peek!" Carly looked at SC, who was frozen in place as
the battle waged within. She signed and grabbed her friend, pulling her
towards the Conservatory. "They might be setting something up for our
party tonight!"
Surprising even herself, curiosity -did- win out, and SC snuck with
Carly as quietly as they could down the hall. Cracking the tall, wooden
doors, their mouths dropped. "What the-?!"
They'd expected to find their friends filling balloons, decorating for a
party. They'd been prepared to find them wiring explosives, they were
DPs after all. But this... "What the heck are they doing?" Carly
whispered.
SC just shook her head, she couldn't believe... There was shaving cream
everywhere. Tabs was holding a spider monkey, while Felicia carefully
shaved it. In the background they could see Eric taking a chisel to a
giant ice sculpture... of a monkey. Ren was feeding slices of banana to
as-yet-unshaven chimp. And Shana was trying to coax a bald lemur into
wearing the little leather jacket she was holding.
SC shut the door quietly and headed towards the kitchen, "I didn't see
that," She mumbled and stroked Queenie as the pooch whimpered, "I only
-think- I saw that, because I haven't had my coffee yet. Bad things
happen in your head when you try to function before you've had your
coffee."
"Well I don't drink coffee and I saw it too!" Carly declared, following
her muttering friend into the kitchen and to the counter.
SC stuck her pierced tongue out at her before proceeding to pour a nice
mug of 100% Perfect Bean. "Mmm, hush. Coffee time now."
Carly grimaced, then proceeded to have a nice little tantrum, pounding
her feet and waving her arms as she stalked around the kitchen while SC
indulged in her addiction. "They were shaving -monkeys-! I don't care,
that's a bad sign! I mean, monkeys! What possible use can shaven
monkeys have on someone's birthday?!"
Just then, a horde of unruly DP teens rushed into the kitchen in a blur
of dark pink. Andrea, Tiff, Miranda, SNB, Jennies number one and two,
all dove into the 'fridge at once and returned with various sodas and
iced coffees. They all then proceeded to pour multicolored pixie sticks
into their drinks.
Miranda was the first to surface from the almost instantaneous sugar
buzz, she looked over to where Carly and SC were watching with
expressions of awe mixed with horror. "Hey, did you say birthday? Who's
b-day is it?"
"Both of ours," Carly pointed at SC and herself.
"Gee, you guys are really getting old!" Andrea pointed out.
"Yeah, you're like middle aged!" SNB pushed her recently blue, now
lifelike brown (the things she did for drama club!) out of her wide eyes.
"We are -not- middle aged!" The twenty-somethings declared in unison.
"Are too!" Jenny #2 pulled out a colorful pack of cards, "I bet you
don't even know what this is!"
SC and Carly looked at the small rendering of what might have been a
cartoon rat on too many pixie sticks. "Um..." They couldn't even begin
to guess.
"It's -my- Pikachu!" Jenny #3 told them, snatching the card away from
her friend and stashing it in her own bag.
"You know you're gettin' old when you can't even identify a trend like
Pokemon," Tiff tsked as she poured herself a mug full of coffee... to go
along with her iced mocha.
"Now," Miranda piped up again, "What was that about shaven monkeys?"
"Shaven monkeys!" The rest of the teens chimed at once, "Too cool!"
SC and Carly exchanged a look and decided right then and there to hit
the Raven. Sure it didn't open for another 16 hours, but they'd break
down the door if they had too! Whatever the DPs had planned for their
party... well, a night of vampire clubbing sounded a heck of a lot safer
than shaven monkeys and the other hazards of middle age!
>>>>>>>>>
Happy Birthday guys!
And next time, I'll lay off the mochas and calm down before I write okay?
;-)
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