This last January, there was an opening social at the Logan LDS Institute, and I was thinking of attending--mainly because there would be refreshments, and I didn't feel like cooking.
Well, someone came around passing out flyers which claimed that the event was "Space Jam" themed, and that we should wear "Space Jam" costumes.
I have a weakness. I can't resist an opportunity to dress up in a weird costume.
So I decided to dress up. The first problem---what the heck is a space jam?
I wasn't sure, but it sounded like some 80s futuristic kid's show--something like Captain Planet, maybe, or Galaxy Rangers--so I decided to go with my best impression of a 1980's idea of the future. So I dressed up in bright, ridiculous neon colors, with a few 80s twists (side pony tails, baggy shirt, etc), including some really intense makeup. To complete the ensemble, I carried a little Sonic Screwdriver my brother sent me as a Christmas present.
Then I went off to the Institute.
I showed up a bit early (ie, on time rather than fashionably late), and something seemed off. No one else was dressed up, as far as I could tell, and no one was commenting on my awesome costume. Though there was a "painting planets" activity, and a photobooth. I went straight to the photobooth of course, watching the group ahead of me get a photo of themselves jumping in front of a green screen--apparently a background would be put ahead of them, and what with the jumping I assumed it would be some sort of outer space background where they would appear to be floating in low gravity. Excited, I stepped up and posed for the camera.
It was only after I stepped out to make room for the next group that I heard the photographer explain that Michael Jordan would be edited into the photos.
Michael Jordan?
I walked around some more, with a sickening feeling. No one was dressed up, no one at all. Then I found a room with a sign reading "Showings of Space Jam".
So, Space Jam--it isn't a 1980's kids show.
It's a 90's movie in which Michael Jordan plays basketball with the Looney Toons.
So that "awesome costume"? Was actually just me looking like a weirdo.
Feeling mortified, I decided to flee before I was seen by anybody I knew.
I was not entirely successful--as I dashed through the hall, I heard someone say, "Hi Jenna!" But I didn't stop to see who. Instead, I ducked under the "don't go back here" ropes that cordoned off most of the building and made my escape through a back door.
And I thought it would end there.
Until, on Sunday, my Sister is flipping through facebook when she says,
"Hey, Jen, you should see this."
The Institute Facebook page had put up photos from the event, and the top photo to show up on the page was this one:
So... yeah. That happened.
So then I got a haircut so no one would recognize me two days later.
Then I went off to the Institute.
I showed up a bit early (ie, on time rather than fashionably late), and something seemed off. No one else was dressed up, as far as I could tell, and no one was commenting on my awesome costume. Though there was a "painting planets" activity, and a photobooth. I went straight to the photobooth of course, watching the group ahead of me get a photo of themselves jumping in front of a green screen--apparently a background would be put ahead of them, and what with the jumping I assumed it would be some sort of outer space background where they would appear to be floating in low gravity. Excited, I stepped up and posed for the camera.
It was only after I stepped out to make room for the next group that I heard the photographer explain that Michael Jordan would be edited into the photos.
Michael Jordan?
I walked around some more, with a sickening feeling. No one was dressed up, no one at all. Then I found a room with a sign reading "Showings of Space Jam".
So, Space Jam--it isn't a 1980's kids show.
It's a 90's movie in which Michael Jordan plays basketball with the Looney Toons.
So that "awesome costume"? Was actually just me looking like a weirdo.
Feeling mortified, I decided to flee before I was seen by anybody I knew.
I was not entirely successful--as I dashed through the hall, I heard someone say, "Hi Jenna!" But I didn't stop to see who. Instead, I ducked under the "don't go back here" ropes that cordoned off most of the building and made my escape through a back door.
And I thought it would end there.
Until, on Sunday, my Sister is flipping through facebook when she says,
"Hey, Jen, you should see this."
The Institute Facebook page had put up photos from the event, and the top photo to show up on the page was this one:
So... yeah. That happened.
So then I got a haircut so no one would recognize me two days later.
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