In which a good idea goes funny, and I lose at life

[featherynscale]

triadruid has been running this massive conference this week, and so hasn't been home at all, basically. Even though the conference is in town, his department (and when I say "his department", I mean, him and his boss) acquired hotel rooms close to the conference facilities so that they could be there to run things.

It seemed worthy that kittenpants and I should go up to the hotel last night and visit him, so we did. We had in mind just a dropping-by sort of event, perhaps dinner, followed by wild sex for therapeutic purposes, and then going home. Of course, by the time he was available to play with us, it was very late, so when we got there, he wanted to know where our stuff was.

Stuff? Oh, we hadn't planned to stay overnight. I had nothing to wear to work in the morning, and so on. I mean, I had changed upon getting home, so the clothes were fairly clean, but I was wearing my anarchy and golden apples shirt, so that somehow doesn't seem appropriate.

So we go to dinner, we come back to the room (by now it is 12:30), and we decide that he needs some more clothes, and I need clothes, and kittenpants has slept a lot during the day and doesn't feel inclined towards going to sleep just now, and so on. So it seems like a good idea for me to go back home, drop kittenpants off so she can paint, grab appropriate work clothes, then go back up to the hotel (which seems logistically reasonable, since the hotel is between home and my office). I do this. We go home, I grab some stuff, throw it in a bag, kiss kittenpants goodnight and return to the hotel. All is going well.

I tell triadruid, "If Renee [his boss] comes to the door at 7 a.m. and sees me, I'm telling her I'm a hooker." (She knows kittenpants, so it's not like she's going to buy that I'm his wife.) He says, "If Renee comes to the door, you should stay in the bed. If she comes in, you can tell her whatever you want." I say, "Well, at that point, you're busted anyway. I could tell her anything. How about if I tell her I'm your sister?" It was dark in the room at this point, but I'm pretty sure he gave me The Look.

And then, this morning, I open the bag and pull out my clothes. I own a number of black t-shirts, but in general, only the ones which are plain (i.e. wearable to work) are still a good strong black. The concert tees and snarky shirts have generally faded to a deep charcoal. So, when I grabbed a dark-black tee out of the pile, I was assuming that I had gotten a new, plain black shirt, probably the black baseball-style that I'd bought at the garage sale.

But no. I pull out the shirt and see that it's inside out. On the print side is a big skull and crossbones logo and the text "Kiss me, I'm a pirate". *facepalm* So, you know, casual Friday. I took the tag off the shirt and am wearing it inside out. It's so very junior high.

Comments

[teross50.livejournal.com]

but creative, to be sure.
8-) Undrr the heading "Best laid plans"

Re:Best laid plans

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

That part of the plan worked fine. ;)

Almost unrelated to the post

[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

Could you let triadruid know that I sent him details about fuzzy children care? Since he hasn't been home, it's a fair bet he hasn't seen it.
Thanks!

Re: Almost unrelated to the post

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

He knows that he is caring for fuzzy children -- I will see if I can hail him and let him know he has email.