Getting My Mack On
So, today, I got ADD.
ADD as in the Annual Drama Disaster, not as in the mental illness. It’s basically (for those of you who don’t know) an amalgamation of videos/songs/live skits that the Class of ‘08 has come up with, and it always includes a strip show and a quiz.
So I was playing keyboards for tonight, and as I was warming up/looking at the crowd, a girl I once knew sort of looked at me (surprisingly coyly, I might add) and so I kind of gave her a wave, and then she flipped me off. A bit strange, I thought.
Another effect that ADD had was on one of my friends, who was quite disappointed that his skit didn’t get included in the final performance. Granted, there was quite a bit cut out, but by the end of the night, it certainly seemed like the jocks at my school were the leaders of the night – the MCs promised us (Dave and the Haze) a shout-out of thanks, but did we get it?
No, of course not. They don’t care about us. They asked us to play everyone out of the hall, and then what did they do, played music over the top of us! Admittedly, it was Knights of Cydonia by Muse, and so I started singing along, but still, it’s pretty rude and I was quite downtrodden by it.
But now, to the title of my post. A running joke of the night was “Will Matt (a guy in my class) get his mack on?” Now, I must explain something. Getting one’s mack on is simply what is frequently known as “hooking up” with someone, or something a bit further even. So, after I had been playing keys for that long, you’d think that at least someone would have come up and said “great playing” or “you look hot in that hat (it’s the one in my DP), wanna go out sometime?”
But no, sadly, today I was forced to walk down to the nearby shops and buy McDonald’s instead, with my good friends (who happened to be there).
Oh, but wait. McDonald’s wouldn’t serve me; the guy in front of me was the last before closing time. And then my Asian friend Jacky Chan went to the register after me and got served… O_o;
So what I’d like to know, is whether or not McDonald’s supports racial anti-discrimination?
It was then. in McDonald’s, talking with my friends, that I realised the true horror of the night; that I don’t actually have a date to the formal >.<
It was a problem two years ago, and it’s a problem now. The problem still remains though. It’s almost an equation of natural decay:
Don’t know anyone => Don’t go to parties => Don’t get my mack on => Don’t even get a formal date.
So friends, the next time you go out to a big social event like ADD ‘08, please, get your mack on, or you will feel quite miserable.
And don’t forget to keep wandering.
