Spacefem (spacefem) wrote,

cleaning, shopping, going out

I woke up around 7 this morning, and marc made us some omelettes that were really good. then he went to work, and I was planning to go to the gym but my roommate announced that she was cleaning house so I figured I might pitch in on that effort, it's similar to working out anyway, certainly burns calories, right? So I scrubbed stuff. It was good, my bathroom really needed it. She's got her own bathroom, and I use the one in the hall, and so I'm all the time giving it these four minute cleaning jobs when guests are coming over and that gives me a false feeling of self-confidence like I've actually cleaned it, when really I just ran over visible surfaces with a lysol wipe and pretended that would do it. so yeah, it needed attention.

I spent the afternoon with divine ms a... she's getting married in a year, and has gone wedding dress shopping in all sorts of towns except the one we live in, so I told her I'd go with her to the wichita boutiques. I'm barely enough... apparently brides-to-be are supposed to go wedding dress shopping with an entire staff of female relatives and friends, it was just the two of us. we went to one place that was sort of annoying, every dress she put on, the help would rush over and say how pretty she looked. the second place we went to was a lot more laid back, but they didn't have a lot of cool stuff. I tried on a dress just to see how it'd feel... and it felt, well, anticlimactic. It didn't trigger any inner urges in me to be a bride, in fact, maybe it killed some... I don't think I can get married in a WEDDING DRESS. They're too huge and annoying and commercial-feeling. And it's a big stupid dress you only wear once and then deal with storing forever... what the hell is the point? I'd rather spend $800 on better wine. I don't think I can stand up in front of 100 people and profess my undying love for the man of my dreams in a dress that's so impractical. love has to feel natural to me, and the same rule goes for the clothes I feel it in.

but I'll be there for my friend A because she's a dear, and she's trying to be practical, I can tell. and she needs me to say stuff like, "those stupid fake buttons are tacky" or "the way this lacing in the back gets wide at the top makes you look like we poured you in".

After that I went home and took a nap, and woke up at 9:30, in time to go downtown and hang out with some friends. marc was playing at a club down there, too, so we swung by to try and catch some of that towards the end of the night, but we spent most of the time in the courtyard at emerson's listening to a funny bluegrass band. it was hot out, but really, that's perfect.
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