I went to a baby shower with Madison, Lisa, Tori and Ashley. Well, actually, at the beginning, it was just Madison, Lisa, Tori and I. Ashley is notoriously late for things, and although no one was particularly surprised, no one was terribly happy about it either.
Since the party was around lunch time, they served us salad. There were different types of salad, and at one point Madison and I decided to switch like an old married couple. A woman we didn't know who was sitting at our table thought this was really funny, even though Madison and I have been friends for ages.
Madison talked to us about going on a road trip with her boyfriend soon and Lisa talked about her new job. Tori, who was helping out with the party, was mostly too busy doing stuff to really sit and talk to us.
Ashley finally showed up after most of the food had disappeared. She was an hour and forty minutes late. Tori had even lied to her and told her the party was starting a half hour before it really was, and which means she thought she would be two hours late. Tori went and got her a salad.
I understand that everyone has off days. And I get that sometimes life gets in the way, and sometimes traffic's bad. But Ashley is always late. I don't remember anything that she hasn't been late for. And I think she's gotten to the point where it's just insensitive.
When she was late to this party, she told us that there was someone at the house visiting her sister and she decided to "visit with them." I can't believe Ashley was dumb enough to say this, because it sent the very clear message that the party and her friends weren't as important. She would have been better off not offering an explanation at all.
Also, she was dressed exactly as I was: green shirt and black slacks. The only difference was that I had on scarf too.
When it came time to open gifts, Tori helped move them to the new Mom and Dad. Their nieces, who were both pretty young, were helping her with the small gifts. They danced around and got in the way of the aunt who was taking pictures. At one point, the younger niece had a ribbon stick to her shoe. I got her to come over to my table.
"Can I have your foot?" I asked. She lifted her leg up and I tore the ribbon off.
Tori watched all of this and commented "I can't believe you think you're bad with children."
I don't think I'm always bad, but I do hate a lot of children. I know that sounds really terrible, but I have low tolerance for adults who are mean or stupid; why should I like children who are the same way? I realize some children grow out of these things, but less than you would think.
I think I would with raising a child in certain circumstances. I think I'd be okay adopting a quiet child who could keep themselves entertained. I'd prefer a girl because I'd be mortified if I raised a son who treated women badly. And if I was raising my child with a partner, especially a male partner, I would want to emulate genderless behavior. So, I would want to be more like a father, in charge of things like punishment, and not always the nurturing parts given to moms and women.
Obviously, this is all very specific. And probably would never really work out in real life. So thus, I don't really want children.
At one point, the new Mom pulled out a baby outfit that was stripped with two types of green, and I commented that the baby would look like Steve from Blue's Clues, which made Madison laugh.
After the party was over, we stayed around to help out. I threw away trash and then took the tablecloths outside to beat out the little bits of things.
There was a ton of left over ribbon, which I took. I don't know why, but lately I've been thinking I want to tie my hair back with ribbon.
Tori got these great frames decorated with Noah's Ark and all the animals on them, and put a picture in it for everyone. This was a totally great idea.
After the party, Tori invited us back to her apartment for drinks. The previous occupants had apparently left behind alcohol, and she wanted us to try it. It was wine, which is not something I really drink, but I was fine with that. Free alcohol is free.
We sat around the kitchen table and drank. Madison played some music and I sang along with her at parts of songs I knew.
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Sunday, June 26, 2011
Saturday, June 19, 2010
The Steal
Truth: I don't really like malls. Or shopping. I still have issues with clothes. (Why don't they ever fit right? Why are they all made for the super skinny? Why do I have to dress the same way? Why do stores all sell so much of the same stuff?)
So going to the mall today with some of my friends was sort of a different thing for me. Obviously, I was going so I could chill with them. They're all much bigger shoppers than I am. I don't even remember the last time I was in a mall or out shopping. Last summer probably, but I can't even remember. Oh! Now I know: I went out in May 2009 to help my sister look for a graduation dress. I bought a dress for the Honors College Ball (one I looked amazing in) and bought two other dresses, and my sister didn't get anything, because if there's anything I've learned about shopping, it's the person who's not looking for something who finds exactly what they've been looking for.
First, we went into this store that sells accessories. I started looking through stuff. I found this great top hat decorated with red lace ribbon. Ever since my steampunk convention a few weeks back, I have been on the lookout for cool steampunk wear. I could totally use something like this, even though I already have an (artfully battered) steampunk hat with gray ribbon.
I try not to be an impulse buyer. I try to talk myself out of at least 75 percent of my purchases. I talked myself out of this one.
Meanwhile, Tori and Natasha were inspecting vampire stuff. "What's this?" Tori asked, holding up a journal with a design from the Vampire Diaries.
"The Vampire Diaries," I explained, thinking that was enough.
"True Blood?"
"No, that's a different show."
"Wait, in addition to Twilight and True Blood there's another vampire thing?"
I decided not to mention Buffy or Interview with a Vampire or Anita Blake. Might not go over well.
We walked down to a store that sold body lotions. We walked in. "I have a headache," I said thirty seconds later. Natasha heard me and laughed. It was actually not that bad, but my Mom cannot handle those places at all. She's very headache-sensitive.
We looked through things, and I smelled some of the testers. I kind of hate it when things are described as Midnight Rendezvous or April Showers, because I always think "What does that smell like?" With something like Strawberry Sorbet it's like, sure, it's meant to smell like strawberries. At least if it doesn't smell like whatever, you can still be like "Oh, well, at least they achieved a general fruity thing."
Madison picked up this massive brush and hit me with it and it hurt. I thought about Josie and pervertables. She'd love to hear about this.
We then went into an actual clothing store. While Madison was looking around, I went into the boy's section. I really love guy's clothing, and a year and a half ago, I promised myself I would start wearing stuff I liked, regardless of where it came from (unless it was from a store that sexually abuses its employees. I'm not supporting that.) I'm a big fan of plaid shirts (or plaid anything, really.) This isn't the right weather for it, but I looked through. And then I saw this bag on the ground.
When I went to that convention, I was really sorry I didn't have a better bag (I had just opted to take my handy-dandy goes anywhere black purse). I had wished I had a canvas bag and there one was. Like God had heard me thinking about it and asked my Dad if he had one, and then decided to send me to the mall and a store I about never go into.
I picked it up. It was a decent size, which was what I wanted. It was a messenger bag, like I wanted. It didn't have holes or tears. Good, good...and I looked at the price.
7.99.
It was cheap. A bag like this is a minimum 20, sometimes 30. How the heck...?
Well, obviously, I had to get it. And then, as the clerk was ringing me up, she was like "Oh, it's on sale, plus you get another 20 percent off. 5.49."
5.49? Sold!
I showed it to everyone and they were all impressed. 5.49 for a nice big bag like that?
I'm the kind of person who buys something and then instantly regrets it. I keep expecting it to happen with this bag. I keep opening it expecting a giant spider to come out and chew my arm off. To be fair, it's a little awkwardly designed. If I was making this bag, I'd order different clasps and shoulder strap, but it's really the right look.
Hilariously enough, of all my friends, I was the only person who bought something today. See what I mean? When you're not looking for something, it finds you.
So going to the mall today with some of my friends was sort of a different thing for me. Obviously, I was going so I could chill with them. They're all much bigger shoppers than I am. I don't even remember the last time I was in a mall or out shopping. Last summer probably, but I can't even remember. Oh! Now I know: I went out in May 2009 to help my sister look for a graduation dress. I bought a dress for the Honors College Ball (one I looked amazing in) and bought two other dresses, and my sister didn't get anything, because if there's anything I've learned about shopping, it's the person who's not looking for something who finds exactly what they've been looking for.
First, we went into this store that sells accessories. I started looking through stuff. I found this great top hat decorated with red lace ribbon. Ever since my steampunk convention a few weeks back, I have been on the lookout for cool steampunk wear. I could totally use something like this, even though I already have an (artfully battered) steampunk hat with gray ribbon.
I try not to be an impulse buyer. I try to talk myself out of at least 75 percent of my purchases. I talked myself out of this one.
"The Vampire Diaries," I explained, thinking that was enough.
"True Blood?"
"No, that's a different show."
"Wait, in addition to Twilight and True Blood there's another vampire thing?"
I decided not to mention Buffy or Interview with a Vampire or Anita Blake. Might not go over well.
We walked down to a store that sold body lotions. We walked in. "I have a headache," I said thirty seconds later. Natasha heard me and laughed. It was actually not that bad, but my Mom cannot handle those places at all. She's very headache-sensitive.
We looked through things, and I smelled some of the testers. I kind of hate it when things are described as Midnight Rendezvous or April Showers, because I always think "What does that smell like?" With something like Strawberry Sorbet it's like, sure, it's meant to smell like strawberries. At least if it doesn't smell like whatever, you can still be like "Oh, well, at least they achieved a general fruity thing."
Madison picked up this massive brush and hit me with it and it hurt. I thought about Josie and pervertables. She'd love to hear about this.
We then went into an actual clothing store. While Madison was looking around, I went into the boy's section. I really love guy's clothing, and a year and a half ago, I promised myself I would start wearing stuff I liked, regardless of where it came from (unless it was from a store that sexually abuses its employees. I'm not supporting that.) I'm a big fan of plaid shirts (or plaid anything, really.) This isn't the right weather for it, but I looked through. And then I saw this bag on the ground.
When I went to that convention, I was really sorry I didn't have a better bag (I had just opted to take my handy-dandy goes anywhere black purse). I had wished I had a canvas bag and there one was. Like God had heard me thinking about it and asked my Dad if he had one, and then decided to send me to the mall and a store I about never go into.
I picked it up. It was a decent size, which was what I wanted. It was a messenger bag, like I wanted. It didn't have holes or tears. Good, good...and I looked at the price.
7.99.
It was cheap. A bag like this is a minimum 20, sometimes 30. How the heck...?
Well, obviously, I had to get it. And then, as the clerk was ringing me up, she was like "Oh, it's on sale, plus you get another 20 percent off. 5.49."
5.49? Sold!
I showed it to everyone and they were all impressed. 5.49 for a nice big bag like that?
I'm the kind of person who buys something and then instantly regrets it. I keep expecting it to happen with this bag. I keep opening it expecting a giant spider to come out and chew my arm off. To be fair, it's a little awkwardly designed. If I was making this bag, I'd order different clasps and shoulder strap, but it's really the right look.
Hilariously enough, of all my friends, I was the only person who bought something today. See what I mean? When you're not looking for something, it finds you.
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