Inhale, exhale, Whew.
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rebeccmeisterLast night I went clubbing up in Scottsdale to celebrate Ez's birthday.
'Twas quite the adventure. First, C came over, and she and E had fun make-up-ing me and playing with my hair (which they transformed into a fun flip) because I am a hippie child and own no makeup and don't know how to put anything on beyond lipstick and mascara. Hell, I don't own a blow dryer. And that suits me just fine for 99.99999% of the time. But the occasional prettying is tres squee. So that was splendid fun.
Then we went to dinner with the gang of usual suspects and ate scrumptious brick-oven pizza. I was the DD because I had to get up at 6 this morning, but that was kind of nice. Ez had a bunch of us wear pieces from her funky sunglasses collection and C took lots and lots of pictures and all that.
Anyhoo, the club was fun, but I think that was enough clubbing for me for at least another three years. I'm just not a huge fan of dancing amongst large crowds of strangers and of course my stupid pants were annoying. I think I'm going to stop wearing pants altogether. Sorry, boys, I'm still gonna wear skirts and shorts. I might have to make a last-ditch effort to find some decent pants in Seattle before I give up entirely. Oh, and I suppose I do have one pair of pants that fit reasonably well, although if I didn't wear them with a belt, they would fall off. [I'm reminding myself of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
madondi--I think we might have a similar problem, with pants that fit our legs but not our waists.] Alternate career #3 is definitely Fashion Designer for Real Live Action Women and Not Little Sticky-Stick Figures Who Look Good in Pretty Much Anything Anyway. Of course, if any of you peeps on the internets have recommendations on where to find real clothing, speak up. I think I'm going to teach myself how to alter my own jeans to my satisfaction, too. Inasmuch as pants from REI are nice for traipsing around and hiking, occasionally it would be nice to be able to wear slightly more dressy pants that don't make my legs look like overstuffed sausages.
Woog. I may be blowing this all slightly out of proportion because I only got three hours of sleep last night, and I am a sleep-deprivation wimp. I get ridiculously emotional when I'm sleep-deprived and hate the world. But I should be better tomorrow. So after we got back from clubbing, I went to bed and then got up shortly thereafter to participate in a rigging workshop for rowing. This is the Year of Learning How Things Work and How to Fix Them Myself for sure. I did that for as long as I could, and then I finally had to crawl home with my tail between my legs to lounge around and try to sleep and so forth and so on.
Yeah. Today just feels so wasted because of last night's adventures.
'Twas quite the adventure. First, C came over, and she and E had fun make-up-ing me and playing with my hair (which they transformed into a fun flip) because I am a hippie child and own no makeup and don't know how to put anything on beyond lipstick and mascara. Hell, I don't own a blow dryer. And that suits me just fine for 99.99999% of the time. But the occasional prettying is tres squee. So that was splendid fun.
Then we went to dinner with the gang of usual suspects and ate scrumptious brick-oven pizza. I was the DD because I had to get up at 6 this morning, but that was kind of nice. Ez had a bunch of us wear pieces from her funky sunglasses collection and C took lots and lots of pictures and all that.
Anyhoo, the club was fun, but I think that was enough clubbing for me for at least another three years. I'm just not a huge fan of dancing amongst large crowds of strangers and of course my stupid pants were annoying. I think I'm going to stop wearing pants altogether. Sorry, boys, I'm still gonna wear skirts and shorts. I might have to make a last-ditch effort to find some decent pants in Seattle before I give up entirely. Oh, and I suppose I do have one pair of pants that fit reasonably well, although if I didn't wear them with a belt, they would fall off. [I'm reminding myself of
madondi--I think we might have a similar problem, with pants that fit our legs but not our waists.] Alternate career #3 is definitely Fashion Designer for Real Live Action Women and Not Little Sticky-Stick Figures Who Look Good in Pretty Much Anything Anyway. Of course, if any of you peeps on the internets have recommendations on where to find real clothing, speak up. I think I'm going to teach myself how to alter my own jeans to my satisfaction, too. Inasmuch as pants from REI are nice for traipsing around and hiking, occasionally it would be nice to be able to wear slightly more dressy pants that don't make my legs look like overstuffed sausages.Woog. I may be blowing this all slightly out of proportion because I only got three hours of sleep last night, and I am a sleep-deprivation wimp. I get ridiculously emotional when I'm sleep-deprived and hate the world. But I should be better tomorrow. So after we got back from clubbing, I went to bed and then got up shortly thereafter to participate in a rigging workshop for rowing. This is the Year of Learning How Things Work and How to Fix Them Myself for sure. I did that for as long as I could, and then I finally had to crawl home with my tail between my legs to lounge around and try to sleep and so forth and so on.
Yeah. Today just feels so wasted because of last night's adventures.
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Date: 2006-07-23 12:00 am (UTC)you are giving up pants... and apologizing to boys?
really, such a thing should warrant thank you cards from all the men you know.
"Thank you for choosing to wear skirts and shorts instead of pants,
-<3
Men."
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Date: 2006-07-23 12:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-23 12:20 am (UTC)