What I learned this weekend
Jul. 23rd, 2007 12:56 pm1. There is nowhere in Kansas City (with the possible exception of the airport) where one can get one's shoes shined on short notice. I have noted before that Midwesterners generally dress badly, and I'm adding this observation on to that one. Wear crappy shoes, Kansas City, it's okay, everyone else is doing it. NOTE: I am actually pleased that Midwesterners dress badly, because that makes one less thing that I have to worry about in life. And, in the unfashionable, slightly autistic heart of my heart, I really prefer to wear black t-shirts and jeans all the time anyway.
2. As I feared, the weight-loss is returning me to previous comic-book proportions. I tried to buy a new bra on Saturday, and was measured out as a 34DDD. 34DDD, children. You cannot buy anything for this off the rack. For those of you for whom buying large bras is not an everyday activity, the alarming part of this is that you can't really buy anything larger than a C cup in anything smaller than a 36 band. A 34DDD is probably the equivalent of looking for men's pants in 28 waist, 38 inseam. Or some such thing.
3. The me of six months ago was clever, and the me of today is still listening to that old me subconsciously. Having failed to put the end-of-EiR events on the calendar, I look at the next few weeks and discover that I don't really have to reschedule much of anything to attend them, yay, and that we were smart enough to split out 'critique of final ritual and review of test' from 'graduation ceremony'. We are smart.
2. As I feared, the weight-loss is returning me to previous comic-book proportions. I tried to buy a new bra on Saturday, and was measured out as a 34DDD. 34DDD, children. You cannot buy anything for this off the rack. For those of you for whom buying large bras is not an everyday activity, the alarming part of this is that you can't really buy anything larger than a C cup in anything smaller than a 36 band. A 34DDD is probably the equivalent of looking for men's pants in 28 waist, 38 inseam. Or some such thing.
3. The me of six months ago was clever, and the me of today is still listening to that old me subconsciously. Having failed to put the end-of-EiR events on the calendar, I look at the next few weeks and discover that I don't really have to reschedule much of anything to attend them, yay, and that we were smart enough to split out 'critique of final ritual and review of test' from 'graduation ceremony'. We are smart.