Party for Party Sake

Being Mean

The best part of becoming friends with someone is when you can start making fun of them to their face. My friend Josh Dodds and I are at this very point in our relationship and I am loving it. Mcdonalds style. Today after we went to a brunch with a bunch of people we vaguely know we sat on my couch for an hour making fun/gushing over each other.

JD: Jess, I just love your hair. Maybe you should do it like this (starts playing with hair.)
JB: I like my hair. You are obsessed with my hair.
JD: I am obsessed with hair in general. Why is it so greasy?
JB: I put pomade in it.
JD: You put grease in your hair?
JB: Yup. Do You?
JD: Well, you know, I got to. You don't have to though.
JB: It gets puffy.
JD: Like frizzy?
JB: Like Puffy. Big.
JD: I don't think so. I think it would be fine without it. Do you put it in when it's wet or dry?
JB: Both. It depends. I put it in dry today.
JD: You should put it in wet.
JB: It's not as effective. I like the way it looks now.
JD: Yeah, it looks good.
JB: Exactly.
JD: I don't know Jess. It feels nasty.
JB: Nobody told you to put your hands in it.
JD: Right.

Oh and when I wrote "the best part of becoming friends with someone is when you can start making fun of them to their face." What I really meant to say was, "The best part of becoming friends with someone is when you can shamelessly talk about your hair and the other person actually cares."