Day two of catch-up portion of vacation:
Today is devoted finding a white button down for a catering that I am doing on Saturday with Tripp.
(Oh by the way I have internet at home now!!! Still a dial up, but hey baby steps man baby steps!)
I will try various places (Filenes Basement, Marshalls etc.) before surrendering to Gap and the like. But I will use this shirt for future caterings this Winter. I haven't really been shopping downtown by myself in about two years. Whwn I first moved here I went at least 2 places a week to learn my way around. It used to a game I would play with myself. I have never lived in place where public transportation was the main source of mobility. So I would pick a location that I had never been then try and figure out how to get there by public. It was fun for the first year or two and thats how I learned my way around the city. Now I work all during the week and my time is limited but I still get a kick out of using public transportation. I feel like I'm doing something sneaky, like getting away with going somewhere I shouldn't or using a fake I.D. to get into a bar or something. (I know I'm weird)

So, let the shopping begin. Tripp you need anything???

Peace

Vacation. . .Vacation . . .Vacation
So tomorrow officially begins my vacation. I may not be able to blog. I may not be able to converse. I may turn off my phone for two whole days and dare people to try and get in touch with me.

Just kidding. But I will not be at worky work so if you must call don't call there unless you want to talk to Sampa or Pastor Doug & Carol. (You might want to do that. They are very nice people.)

Tonight I will attending Mozart's Requiem to commemorate Sept 11th. It is very strange to think that one year ago I was getting ready for work and the Terrorists Struck America. I was talking to a friend of mine who just recently moved here from New York and she was saying that she can't even put into words what she experienced that day. It was like the end of the world. And the Silence. The Silence in New York City. The City that literally doesn't stop was still. She said it was like a sigh of relief when she finally heard a cabbie yell obcenities from their window two weeks later. That was when she knew things were going to be okay and that life could go on. A sense of Normalcy she said. She said after that moment someone pressed resume and New York was "New York" again but it was now tainted for her. So she got out.

I will see her tonight at the concert. And I will tell her I'm glad she is here. And hopefully we will sit together, listen to the beautiful music and remember together.

Peace!

more to come in a bit

Which Shoe Are You?

Crazy Crosstrainer
The snap of a twig, the swish of tall grass, the crunch of loose gravel during a pickup game of b-ball. Those are the calls of the wild that lure you from your easy chair and make you most like a Crazy Crosstrainer. Whether gearing up for an urban walk, a trail run, or a hike with the dog you wish you had, getting out of the house is at the top of your list. You know what you like and go for it 'til you get it right (which could partly explain your eccentric obsessions—whether outdoor gear, travel books, or photography equipment). And on those rare occasions when things don't go your way the first time 'round, your competitive edge drives you to work harder and raise the bar for your own benefit. People envy your natural know-how and get-up-and-go—probably because your appreciation of crisp skylines at sunset or the constellations on a clear night helps you levitate over the daily challenges that drive most people mad.

Who knew?

I'm Going on Vacation, Sorta

But first I have a few thing to do at the apartment before packing up with Tripp for a few day and then heading up to the Twin Cities
Here is a few "To Do" before Sunday
1. Clean Apartment (this could take most of the day)
2. Set up internet access at home (So I can actually blog and not rely on my office computer)
3. Clean out my closet ( again, could take up another part of a day)
4. Go see the Chocolate Exhibit (any Takers to go with?)
5. Get my poor kitty a proper kitty box with a lid
6. Go to the Fabric Store and buy closet curtain fabric
7. Pick up Serger from the post office (my first e-bay victory)
8. Make curtain from said curtain fabric purchase

Can she do it? Yes she can!

I have new comments by haloscan. Yaccs was yet again, not accepting new users. So there you go. No little devilish eyes watching you comment but at least you can if you so choose.

Well Shrew is officially over. In a way I am glad (no more driving hours to get there) and in a way I'm kinda sad. I really liked the people I was working with and I enjoyed doing the show. Our cast party was a blast. Catered by Magdalenas there in "Downtown Elgin". It was really very nice and a great way to put it to rest with good Italian (free) food and good company. Yay Shakespeare!!!

To kick off my first official weekend post ShrewI decided to use my long overdue gift certificate to Tou Jours a fabulous salon on North Clark at Foster. My gift certificate was for a pedicure/manicure (and after a month with bareish feet on concrete my dogs were in bad shape). So I scheduled my appointment and promptly at Noon on Saturday went to sit and relax and have Danielle rub and caress my feet back into beautifulness. However, things don't alway go as planned. . .
Danielle, my beloved Danielle, no longer works there. Danielle, can transform my little bitten nubs into works of art. Danielle, has magic in her fingers and potions all around was not there. Instead, I got Tanya. Now Tanya is a wonderful lady don't get me wrong, but she is no Danielle. Danielle who takes her time and chats and talks shit to you and wants to know how you are doing. Tanya is silent and works fast. But to Tanya's credit there was also a bridal party going on that day so the place was a zoo.
So after no Danielle, I resigned myself to Tanya and picked out my color; 1 for toes (an awesome "Russian to a party" and something light for the digits since I am a bitter. Well, apparently Tanya did not have me down for a pedicure and a manicure and was very upset that she was going to have to squeeze my appointment in somehow. So poor overworked for the day Tanya then had to proceed and take take care of my nasty, callused feet and keep going on and on about how I should be careful. The Lady to my left was in the Bridal party and was getting French Toes. Tanya was very economical with her time as I said before. And was finished with buff, lotion, and polish before Alla (The pedicureist next to me who was woking on said member of Bridal party and who I will be visiting next time) even opened her polish. "Wait Twenty minutes and be careful" Tanya announced after she finished my beautifully polished "russian to a party toes" So I hobbled over to her manicure table and was about to enjoy a relaxing manicure when Tanya takes one look at my (and I admit ) pitful nails and says I cannot file in her thick Russian Accent. Danielle could always file. Danielle found a way to always file. Danielle always reassured me about me OCD nail biting and offerd suggestions and comfort. Danielle was my nail pastor. But instead I got a cold "I cannot file". So she wahed them, cut the cutiles and painted them. When she was done she again instructed me to "Wait twenty minutes and be careful"

From Bad to Worse
So I again Hobble. To the Front. Of the Salon. And sit. And watch the bridal party. I sit and watch others get groomed and coifed and sprayed and gelled. I sit for a good thirty minutes and then turned in my wonderful gift certificate given to me by wonderful friends and proceeded o walk back home when disaster strikes.

I get not even halfway down the block and look down to admire my beautiful party toes when yo my horror ALL THE POLISH WAS SMEARED ON EVERY SINGLE PIGGIE. PIGGIE GONE TO MARKET ON DOWN TO WEE WEE ALL THE WAY HOME.

I could have just cried. I had waited months for this treat. A treat that will not happen again for a very long time. This was supposed to start my post show relaxation and bounce me into a new unknown direction. But no instead I had tense shoulders, a ripped off feeling in my stomach, ugly, smeared toes and fingers and a defeated slump in my step as I watched them get worse and worse. As soon as I got home I proceeded to remove (what was left) of "Russian to a Party" from one piggie to the next and sigh.