I N T H E N I G H T K I T C H E N
*sniff*It didn't fit. Waaah.
Actually, that's not true. It did fit -- like a glove. Like a glove with some nice hooters popping out the top. Yes, it's true. I am too boob-a-licious. Though I'm feeling pretty confident these days, I'm not sure I can pull off showing that much cleavage. I don't want to be
that girl. I considered going out and buying a colorful, loud parrot to perch on my shoulder and distract party-goers from my ample ta-tas but that seems a tad excessive. T. suggested that I could wear a coat over it until I got drunk enough to be comfortable with the coat off. It's that kind of innovative thinking that made me decide to marry him. Anyway, I've already returned it, picked up another possibility and tomorrow I'll pick up an old dress which I had altered. Something will surely work.
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So.
2003.
Last year at this time, I was relieved to have 2001 behind me. 2001 was a bit brutal. We moved from our heart-breakingly sweet apartment in a grand old Victorian to our late-seventies duplex which barely holds our furniture. It's a great neighborhood, though. In the Fall, T. lost his job. And then there was, of course, September 11th. This new year feels a bit more even. Though, if I made a list of all the things that are
not right you might not believe me.
Some things are worse right now. Some things are better. My feeling right now is that we're on a raft, not just T. and I but many of my close friends as well. We're on a raft and we're paddling and the swells rise and fall but today it's pretty out and we can still have a laugh.
For New Year's Eve, we were invited by our friends to hang out with their friends. I was reticent at first; I felt like we were horning in but I'm glad we horned in anyway. They are all really nice and funny people and the host put together this kick-ass Mexican buffet with hand-made tortillas and amazing fillings.
Coming up is T.'s office holiday soiree. I'm eagerly awaiting some dresses I ordered online. I bought two sizes and if neither one fits, I will probably have a good cry. I haven't had a dress-up event in ages so I'm kind of going all-out. I have an appointment to get my hair put up in some kind of twisty thing (I am hopeless at doing much of
anything with my hair). I'm going to go out today and look for some vintage jewelry. I think T. may rent a tux. Heh. I think we are both looking forward to being swanky for a night.
I have no resolutions. Well, maybe one. I overuse the word 'really' in my writing. I really need to stop doing that. But, too much is going to happen this year for resolutions. In March, I'll know whether I got into college or not. I'm very, very apprehensive. I have sent off one application and will send the next one within a week. After that, it's out of my hands. And then, if I do get acceptance, we'll be off and moving somewhere and it may be the last I see of this life that I have here. For better or for worse.
That's enough for now.
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