Weekend Goodness

Last night after work I went to Filene's to get thigh-hi stockings for the "Thigh-hi and Tie" party tonight. I'd forgotten that they were liquidating and everything in the store was half-off or more. So I went a little nuts and bought two black skirts, one an ankle-length gothy crushed velvet, the other a short bouncy micro-mini that probably won't see the light of day often, though I'm wearing it by the light of the moon tonight to the party. I forgot to buy a tie. Oh well, I'll probably end up with someone's necktie wrapped around my head or something.

I'm bad about trying things on. Basically I hate it, and will skip it whenever possible. My usual method in the juniors or misses department with the S, M, L sizings is to just grab the L and presume it'll fit. But sizes are getting larger, so the L is somewhat L-er these days. I'm going to have to take in that long goth skirt a bit, since it's drooping at my hips.

So yeah, go to Filene's and get cheap stuff this weekend.

Sunday I have dim sum with friends and possibly skating afterwards.

And since there were still some tickets left, m'date and I are going to Romeo & Juliet at ART on Wednesday. Yes, it's the squee-date, so I'm looking forward. heliopsis, how was the stadium seating arrangement for this one? I'm hoping the blocking takes all seating sections into account. We seem to be in a weird section, according to the chart.

Going to eat Sugar Pops now... oh wait, they've changed the name to just "Pops."

Belly Button

Twice now, including just now as I was napping, a girl from T@F has appeared in my dreams, and in the dreams her navel was a round cubbyhole big enough to put a small fist into. Far from being embarassed by this deformity, she wore cropped tops and used the oversized navel to tote small trinkets and necessities around. She was standing on the top step of a staircase and I was two steps below and could peer in, which was made easier by the fact that the navel was softly lit from inside. It held a tube of lipstick, some sparkly beads, house keys, and assorted things one might find in a handbag.

My mind is a terrible place.