long overdue...
during the past few weeks i've either been too tired, too boring or too uninterested in updating this. now, for reasons unknown, i feel like writing...
a couple saturdays ago...
dinolove dress
i finally managed to pull my act together long enough to complete my semi-ambitious twee project. the day before belle and Sebastian were to perform their special brand of sugary pop deliciousness, i buckled down in front of the living room tv, surrounded by colorful squares of felt and committed myself to the project. i made a little pattern for the dinosaur’s fat body and back spikes out of stiff drawing paper. then i cut the dinosaur bits, speech bubble and teeny tiny heart out of felt and sewed it all together. pranced around in front of the mirror to test out positions on my american apparel pillowcase dress. also finished up ben’s kite. i’m pleased with the results.
unexpectedly ran into lovelies
decided to stop being a social hermit and ben and i ventured out into the wintery night with black cat as our destination. got a couple o' drinks, hung out by the juke for a bit and then discovered that a gaggle of wonderfully boisterous and interesting dc kids were also in attendance. merriment ensued:
a couple sundays ago...
mistress with emily, svetlana and crew
the weather was glorious – sunshine, warm breezes. columbia rd. sprung to life with the deafening sounds of samba blasted from taco trucks and markets dotting the pavement. flowers were in bloom, my jacket was open. i strolled down the street, smiling to no one in particular as i made my way to dc arts center for my girly date with emily, svetlana and co – a low-fi, low- budget production of a play called MISTRESS, which loosely chronicled the exploits of some of history’s most famous women (and men) on the side. it was occasionally entertaining, occasionally awkward (namely when the intense brown girl of the bunch could not keep the skirt bit of her kimono from slightly exposing her crotchular area). it was awkward, but fun rolling with such a large crew of ladies, especially since emily and svetlana are both such lovely company. after the play, i bought a few records, got some greasy fast food and headed home to chill before the main event of the evening… belle and sebastian.
belle & sebastian tweefest with ben and mini-crew
for several weeks prior to the show, ben was so wound up over the prospect of seeing his beloved B&S that the mere mention of their name (or any of their songs/albums/members/ex-lovers) set off fits of girlish giggles and cold sweats. i was a little more level-headed (say what?!), but still excited as i had yet to see them perform live. i was a little underwhelmed and surprised by how unlikable i found stuart murdoch. he appeared egotistical and condescending to the other people in the band - “i’ve come a long way in my emotional development and i have these lovely people behind me to thank…” and two-faced to the crowd; during day 2 of their dc performance, stuart actually informed the audience that the sunday crowd was terrible, which was totally lame on his part, especially because a lot of people had tickets to both the sunday night and monday night shows. nevertheless, the music was wonderful and stuart is a great frontman. the dansable tunes were definitely the highlight for me, electronic renaissance being the shining moment.
during the week...
enjoyed a very domestic/middle-aged evening of wine and cranium at tom’s apt in dupont and discovered that ben and i make a killer team when it comes to performing/humming tunes and drawing questions. can i get a woot woot for spelling larynx backward without writing it down? or perhaps for drawing something with my eyes closed to make ben say “juggling”? tom’s teammate did an excellent charades performance of “model airplane” that got a standing ovation from almost all of us.
i've taken up the habit of watching a bit of tv at work. one day a couple weeks ago, i watched no less than 2 hours of VH1’s i love toys; its only saving grace was when biz markie attempted to take a bike out of his tonka truck to prove its durability. and when i saw mo rocca riding a big wheel… that made me very happy.
oh... and the job search is on – if you know of a fun media/PR/awesome place that is in dire need of a clever, well-dressed, incredibly media-savvy girl, let me know!
the next weekend
weird war
i think i was a little too tired to really enjoy this show. ben and i headed out to the cat, got a drink, ran into tiya and went upstairs to enjoy the smooth stylings and posturing of ian svenonius and friends. it was good, but i couldn’t keep my eyes open and played the part of the lame girl who sprawls on the slightly raised bit of floor to the right of the stage, slumped against the wall in a stylish heap of legwarmers and an ill-fitting blazer.
last weekend
prom, but my uterus hurt.
was going to go to that prom party at dc9 to danse with emily. i even had a fantastically whimsical outfit planned, which i am still moderately heartbroken about not being able to wear. i guess i'll just have to find some other occasion where donning a multi-layered, peachy pink chiffon, 1950s prom dress is socially acceptable. screw that. i'll prolly just wear out one day anyway...
prom, but my uterus hurt.
was going to go to that prom party at dc9 to danse with emily. i even had a fantastically whimsical outfit planned, which i am still moderately heartbroken about not being able to wear. i guess i'll just have to find some other occasion where donning a multi-layered, peachy pink chiffon, 1950s prom dress is socially acceptable. screw that. i'll prolly just wear out one day anyway...
damn the man, save the prom dress!
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