~ Saturday, January 10, 2004 ~
Why the Victorian ladies wore layers and layers of petticoats.
Yesterday was the wrong day to wear a skirt. When I left my apartment to go to services at B'nai Jeshurun on Friday, I was almost entirely covered by two layers of clothing, and my hair was ever so slightly damp. By the time I arrived, I had lost almost all feeling in my legs, and all the hair not inside the hat was frozen rigid, which was actually kind of nifty because I could make some of the locks stand out horizontally, and it kept itself very nicely contained instead of doing the usual chia head thing. When I returned I discovered it had been 8 degrees outside. I love my heating pipes more than ever.
Oh, yeah: I'm going to have post-birthday clever tunefulness after all: for some reason the box office sells out before the people who sell tickets online do. I wonder why. Maybe that's like the idea shared with me some time ago, of having two storage chambers in your stomach, one for dinner and one for dessert, so that it's possible to be unable to eat another bite of cooked carrots or squash, but still salivate at the aroma of blackberry cobbler. Anyway, for a slightly higher price (service charge and all) I now have two tickets to Monday's show, one for me and one for Rob. :)
Current Music: Buckaroo Holiday, Copland
~ prattled by Miriam at 6:41 p.m. [+]
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