Eyelash-Adhesive

My friends and I recently held a pretty interesting

party.  We are all huge fans of glam rock and roll,

specifically David Bowie and T-rex.  These two bands

have changed our lives so much that we have at least

one dance party per season to celebrate our love of

life.  The party that we just held was a Glamor party.

 It was one of those things that you have to do at

least once in your lifetime or you'll always feel

unsatisfied in some deep dark spot of your soul.  In

the true spirit of Glam rock, this was going to be an

eyelash extension, cross dressing, super guitar solo,

big lipped, all night, dance extravaganza.

       As I mentioned before, this
party was going to be

perfect and nothing was going to stop us.  We started

buying all of our supplies weeks in advance.  My

roommate had been assigned to get us the all important

make-up and false eyelashes and eyelash
adhesive.  For the girls we agreed

to just get them lash extensions that were a bit

smaller than ours, as to not outdoor the beautiful men

of the party.  When the day of the party rolled around

we were going down our checklist of things that needed

to be acquired yet.  Everything seemed to have been

gotten already until we came to the all-important

eyelash extensions
and eyelash adhesive.
When I read

off the words, his eyes grew wide in his head. He just

realized that he had forgotten the eyelash
adhesive

glue and that we only had about an hour left before

the drug store that sold it would close.  We couldn't

possibly cancel the party, because a few people had

decided against going to spend time at home with their

family over the long weekend, just to come to our

party.  It had to be done this time, or we might not

be able to pull it off again with all of our friends

still on our side. We practically shoved Mark out the

door and in to his car.  He had enough money to buy a

lifetime supply for one, but we were  glaming seventy

people to the fake glitter. He said that he was the

last person out of the store before the doors locked,

and when the party was over he was the king of the

weekend. HOME