Thursday, January 26, 2006

catching up, at last...

so today i can finally blog with impunity.
the new machine is now acting like one, and hopefully shall never need to be spoken of again, as the point of its existence is to silently make the things i enjoy doing with my time easier.

so i feel like the pre-christmas-gremlin-visit is old news at this point, but would like to recap (it's only a recap for me because i wrote several posts about it, that were simply eaten by the old machine) so here are the highlights:
she had to shop, so we decided to get that shit outta the way the very first day. it took us 3 tries to actually ride the bus to union station- first, we were about to board it and realised she had no bus fare, then after waiting 25minutes for the next bus (of course) we got on it, and got about 2blocks down my street before she remembered the $ she needed to change to shop with was back @ the house. so we had to get off and walk back to get it. we spent over an hour just getting to the bank so she could shop, and the time spent on my gallery waiting for each of the 3 buses was completed by the dudes sitting in their black suv, trying to talk to us across the street, not realising that the fact that they were sitting in a parked vehicle as a way to pass their time immediately rendered us out of their league.
when we finally got to pentagon city, every item on her list required us to shop for it twice, as the apple store, shoe stores, et al, were all worthless, plus, we were accosted by the cruella de ville of the food court, who insisted that some spilled sweet-drink had to be cleaned up so immediately that we had to pick up our full trays and find another table.
we also spent the entire shopping expedition answering the question "so, where you from?", asked repeatedly by random men, who, like those sitting in their suv earlier, somehow couldn't tell they had no chance in hell.
later, when we went to buy the yarn needed for zed to make hats for me+grims (one can't be a domestic goddess without knowing how to knit) i managed to lose my one of my gloves (but not my sense of irony) that the hat was intended to match, then the gremlin, planning to knit on the train to+from ny, managed to grab mismatched needles and shocked fellow amtrak passengers with her colourful response to the discovery that she had no way to while away the ride- thus, she will be mailing grims his hat, although she managed to finish a stellar piece for me before she left- i originally wanted ear-flaps because my ears freeze and i end up with horrible headaches, but she took it a step further and made the ears long enough to wrap around my neck, since i lose scarves regularly. so this hat/scarf is not only very fetching, but perhaps one of the most functional garments i own.
thus, i must big up the gremlin because aesthetic pleasure+functionality=art.
now, in spite of being noticeably hot (as dancers are) and absolutely deserving of the aforementioned big-up, to my amusement, the gremlin managed to slip and find herself catspraddle in the road in front of a wendy's, just as she was saying that the grips on her high-heeled-boots (which i'd earlier said she had to have been wearing for style and not function in the sleet+snow we were experiencing that evening) were so good. i assume it was murphy's response to her audacity in suggesting that her footwear was in any way appropriate for the weather, because the fall punctuated the end of her statement brilliantly, with her large handbag (also ponged earlier by yours truly) helping to break it.
but even worse, while we were in said wendy's, i managed to completely buss poor zed's files to mummy! since the details are (i now know) to remain quiet, i cannot say exactly which cat was released from which bag, but sufficeth to say that since i knew mummy knew the man in question, i assumed she also knew the true situation and its accompanying drama, and made a comment which sold out the gremlin. then, in a foolish attempt to salvage the situation, i tried to defend the gremlin's drama with other (previously) unrevealed information.
i was the worst, and have no defence, except to suggest that my mind was still recovering from the previous extended hysteria, due to zed's following her fall outside the wendy's by losing her 2nd drink of the trip (see foodcourt-cruella-de-ville, above) all over the counter and floor.

aside from our general amusement and misadventures, me+zed also spent an afternoon with an old friend, since malau was in town (and has a fabulous mohawk)- a good finale to a good visit.

wow. i think now i can blog about the trip to oz...
walk good.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

aawww sis!!! can i just say that i read this b4 i had to do my dreaded taxes and it put me in the best mood, i think i want a print out to put in my journal, i laughed till i cried - no joke!!! but...
you forgot to mention the fact that cause of you not being very helpful at the bank by saying you had an account with them so i could change money, cause in america you cant change money at the bank unless you have an account with them...(see why trini so sweet, money is money, even exchange so who cares if you have an account!! )so i got ripped off by travelex., cause of course they take commission!! but small ting, still a trip to tell my neices adn nephews, which you and grims better be working on!!! love you!!!!
you are the best sis!! (even if you buss my files in front of mom and andre) and thanks for the big ups!!!

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