These shoes are in fact not made for walking.
So Saturday night was the infamous 'downtown in a skirt' night with M. This went pretty well. I was a little irritated that I lost my wingwoman early on in the night, so it was not the all-out adventure it should have been. However, we went to the Gay Pride parade, wearing our skirts. I had bought some shoes at the mall earlier in the day. Using the words "some shoes" to describe my shoes doesn't really do them justice. They are "some awesome shoes." Despite the fact that they gave me raging blisters.
File this under "What Were We Thinking?" But the shoes! The shoes!
We underestimated a) what time we should get downtown and b) the high concentration of lesbian women (I guess we were only expecting to run into gay men). So there we were at about 7 PM, in the light of day, thwarting women's efforts to hit on us. Interesting, I can give it that. We went to Malaga for some tapas and then went across the street to 219 once the parade started. Since we were the only straight people there, this garnered us a lot of attention from the bar staff. Attention ended up equaling free drinks made with various forms of Absolut.
Trying not to put out the vibe.
All in all, we had a good time. I made a stop at the end of the night at the IC to say hi to JTD and remind him of the June Platoon next weekend. I have been thinking of some new songs to request...I'd like to see if they know any Ben Folds. Cash$ suggested walking up with sheet music for the songs we like. Heh. Just the notion makes me laugh.
Preface to Platoon
File this under "What Were We Thinking?" But the shoes! The shoes!
Trying not to put out the vibe.Then C-Lo (the old neighbor, not the cat) came and picked us up where we headed over to Key Bar and then Union Park. I threw a hissy fit and demanded to be taken out of there, as I ran into too many people from high school, namely a certain person who used to live on Vale Street when I was in high school.
Do I look like Mom? Yes or no.
So we got a cab and went down to the other end of Sixth. The cab driver was also named Carlos and was actually the perfect person for me to work on my Spanish, as he was quite friendly. He dropped us off and we headed for the Blind Pig. This is where things get a little hazy for me, mainly because we met some dudes from England and I remember using the word "rubbish" a lot. I also remember heavy promotion of MeanRachel.com going down.
My newest Limey friend.
Do I look like Mom? Yes or no.So we got a cab and went down to the other end of Sixth. The cab driver was also named Carlos and was actually the perfect person for me to work on my Spanish, as he was quite friendly. He dropped us off and we headed for the Blind Pig. This is where things get a little hazy for me, mainly because we met some dudes from England and I remember using the word "rubbish" a lot. I also remember heavy promotion of MeanRachel.com going down.
My newest Limey friend.
Preface to Platoon
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where does one buy all of these hooker tops you are so fond of? when do we drink again? ;) xo
Jen (or maybe Skipper, and he's just interested in purchasing a new wardrobe for himself?): Said "hooker top" came from Chez M, also known as my roommate's closet. Hours are M-Sat., 5:30 PM - close.
We have a mantra here in Deployment City. It goes like this: "Don't waste the pretty."
Drinking...hm...let's see...what day would I like to show up drunk to work and boot camp...hm...I'm sure I could work it in somewhere. Although Stephanie the Trainer isn't there this week, and I don't think the Substitute would have as much tolerance for my disorderly conduct in her class. Perhaps next week. Be sure to consult with Prince Kenny on his availability as chauffeur.
"Nothing crazy."
Joe appears to be either asleep or in deep musical contemplation.
Mrhe: For someone like JTD, the two are not mutually exclusive.
Love the skirt!