every single night, the same old story
Jul. 28th, 2003 10:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chestnutcurlsDay 7 without power. I am a refugee, living at my parents' house. Our apartment complex is officially last on MLGW's list. If we have power by next weekend, I'll be pleasantly surprised. In the meantime, it's not bad being back home for a few days. I get to spend time with Bun and do Pilates on a carpeted floor (I had almost come to believe the back pain was necessary to do it right). And I have a lot of free time because I don't have to clean constantly.
We actually did spend Friday night at the apartment. Kathy, MaryElaine, Evan, and I had dinner at McAlister's, hung out at the bookstore for a couple of hours, and then went to Perkins for pie. Chris met us there. Then we all went back to the apartment, because a hot, dark apartment is a novelty to those who never lost power in the first place. :P When they finally went home, it was 12:30 and too late to go back to the homestead. So we stayed. I slept on top of my bed. On Saturday I awoke at 8:30 to the sound of chainsaws. By 11:00, it was unbearably hot and Kathy and I agreed we had had enough. We packed our stuff and the cat and got out of Dodge. Gandalf was especially happy about this decision, since he had been in the heat since the storm. He spent the whole afternoon at Kathy's parents' purring and rolling around happily.
Yesterday I overslept, which I hate. I awoke suddenly at 10:30. Somehow I made it to church only a little late for the 10:55 service, but my head didn't really de-fog until church was over. In the afternoon I went to the mall with my mom, which is usually a mistake because I end up feeling down on myself. It's hard to find things that make me look good. Also, Kathy and I had watched How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days the previous night, so I was already thinking about how sophisticated all those women looked and how style-less I am in comparison. Anyway, I found a shirt that I thought would be great for my birthday/seeing Clay outfit. My mom took me to look at jewelry to see if we could find something that matched. While we were there, a random lady approached me.
Lady: May I ask how old you are?
Me: I'm twenty-three.
Lady: Oh. Well, my daughter is fourteen. I thought you were about her age, so I was going to see what you thought of this bracelet. (Holds up bracelet)
Me: Um. It's nice.
My mom, to lady: She gets that a lot.
Lady: Okay. Thank you. (walks away)
Granted, I was wearing an Old Navy tank top and flip-flops, but still. Fourteen. Give me a break. I tried on the shirt, and of course, it made me look ridiculous. I am beginning to despair of finding a cute Seeing Clay outfit that I can afford. Anything that looks cute on the hanger becomes ridiculous as soon as it is on my body.
Chris and Ryan wanted me to go with them last night to see Ryan's roommate's band, but I didn't want to chance a repeat of the Mud Island concert debacle. So I stayed at home with my parents and watched the Food Network. They were featuring Miami in all of their shows. It was neat. That's all I have to say right now.
We actually did spend Friday night at the apartment. Kathy, MaryElaine, Evan, and I had dinner at McAlister's, hung out at the bookstore for a couple of hours, and then went to Perkins for pie. Chris met us there. Then we all went back to the apartment, because a hot, dark apartment is a novelty to those who never lost power in the first place. :P When they finally went home, it was 12:30 and too late to go back to the homestead. So we stayed. I slept on top of my bed. On Saturday I awoke at 8:30 to the sound of chainsaws. By 11:00, it was unbearably hot and Kathy and I agreed we had had enough. We packed our stuff and the cat and got out of Dodge. Gandalf was especially happy about this decision, since he had been in the heat since the storm. He spent the whole afternoon at Kathy's parents' purring and rolling around happily.
Yesterday I overslept, which I hate. I awoke suddenly at 10:30. Somehow I made it to church only a little late for the 10:55 service, but my head didn't really de-fog until church was over. In the afternoon I went to the mall with my mom, which is usually a mistake because I end up feeling down on myself. It's hard to find things that make me look good. Also, Kathy and I had watched How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days the previous night, so I was already thinking about how sophisticated all those women looked and how style-less I am in comparison. Anyway, I found a shirt that I thought would be great for my birthday/seeing Clay outfit. My mom took me to look at jewelry to see if we could find something that matched. While we were there, a random lady approached me.
Lady: May I ask how old you are?
Me: I'm twenty-three.
Lady: Oh. Well, my daughter is fourteen. I thought you were about her age, so I was going to see what you thought of this bracelet. (Holds up bracelet)
Me: Um. It's nice.
My mom, to lady: She gets that a lot.
Lady: Okay. Thank you. (walks away)
Granted, I was wearing an Old Navy tank top and flip-flops, but still. Fourteen. Give me a break. I tried on the shirt, and of course, it made me look ridiculous. I am beginning to despair of finding a cute Seeing Clay outfit that I can afford. Anything that looks cute on the hanger becomes ridiculous as soon as it is on my body.
Chris and Ryan wanted me to go with them last night to see Ryan's roommate's band, but I didn't want to chance a repeat of the Mud Island concert debacle. So I stayed at home with my parents and watched the Food Network. They were featuring Miami in all of their shows. It was neat. That's all I have to say right now.
