Highly amusing experience:

After rehearsal, Chungy took me to Hockaday to get back to work on JETS. However, she informed me that Mr. Lohstreter had left, as he wanted to appear at Homecoming. (meh). We went to the boarding department to send a bunch of files to Cherise and Margaret, who were at Margaret’s house, printing and finalizing the binder, which is due tomorrow. (flail!). Because they told us that we weren’t needed to help, we decided to just hang out in the boarding department and watch “The 3 Musketeers”. We kept a MST3K-like running commentary throughout most of the movie, including my comments regarding the choreography and musical styles for all the musical numbers we planned to add. References to Princess Bride, Discworld, and Ladyhawke aplenty. I remember suggesting that D’Artagnian (excuse the butchering of his name) could look like a young Gilderoy Lockhart. Joining us were Eunice, Iana, and two boarders I hadn’t met before.

Afterward, it was time for Priscellie to go home, chaufeurred by Chungy. For the quickest route back to my house, we took the tollroad. It wasn’t until we were exiting that it occurred to us that we didn’t have change. I grabbed a bill from my wallet and Chungy attempted to reach the change machine. In vain. She put the car in park and leaned all the way out the window. Didn’t work. She eventually had to open the door slightly to put the bill in the machine. Of course, like all change machines, this specific machine didn’t like my dollar, even though it was happy and crisp and dollarlike. It spit the bill out. Chungy tried three more times with the same result. I gave her a new dollar, which also failed. By this time, cars were starting to honk. We were both flailing, afraid that we were going to have to do something illegal to get through, as there was no attendant. Suddenly, it occurred to me to check the pockets of my wallet for any change, despite the fact that I never keep change in my wallet. As the bill finally accepted the dollar, I felt the reassuring clink of coins in my wallet — exactly the necessary 60 cents.

Chungy and I started laughing. Uproariously. So hard we couldn’t stop. As we cruised through the streets of residential Dallas, we laughed all the way. This was classic, we decided. This was material to be posted in “The Spinster Diaries“, our joint weblog that we’re starting this week (we haven’t spruced it up yet. It’s still boring at the moment). We wished we had a camera or a video recorder or even a Nancy with us. This was one of those golden Priscilla and Chungy moments that remain amusing no matter how old the story gets, like the time Chungy and I ran through Jesuit and actually got whistled at. Or when we surprised Nancy on her birthday by embarrassing her in front of half the Upper School classes from Hockaday, Cistercian, and St. Marks. Or when we came out of A.I. sobbing like babies, much to the amusement of the other JETS. One thing I know for sure — we have to go to the same college. I don’t know if I’d survive without my best friend!