19 Jan 2006

[miladycarol]

We met G's University friend, Chris, downtown for dinner and a show. We saw Tristan and Isolde performed in a very interesting manner. It was very well done, quite modern and the first half was both athletic and humorous. I was not sure by intermission if they were going to changed the story a bit. The second half was quite sober, though. The heart of the tragedy was revealed and the athleticism ground to a crawl when the leading actress hobbled onto the stage with copious ace bandages wrapped around one calf. She performed excellently regardless and the flow really didn't suffer through she spent much of the last hour on the stage floor, standing with all her weight on one foot or being supported by her fellow actors. Now that's a supporting cast, eh? *I wait for the boos and hisses emanating from the pun-haters to subside before I continue*

Before meeting Chris, we dropped the latest installment of immigration paperwork at the main office downtown. We then spent the bulk of the late afternoon shopping on King Street in Newtown. I really like Newtown. It's very gay friendly, earthy-crunchy, veggie and vegan oriented. My kind of place. We each ate a scoop of vegan ice cream that was absolutely orgasmic, I drank a latté made of a coffee substitute with soy milk (I am not sure I can even classify it as a latté since it had neither coffee nor milk in it... hmmmm), and we spent copious time in a very reasonably priced hemp and organic cotton clothing store with city-chic style clothing. G kept tossing more items at me and he had his own private fashion show. The clothes I brought with me from home had to cross a wide temperature gamut, just in case. That left me with a couple short sleeves, a couple long sleeves, a couple sweaters, a couple long skirts and a couple short skirts. When the weather is very hot or very cool for a week or more, I end up wearing the same clothes every day. Since G couldn't decide what he liked best, and they were all on sale, I bought a hemp t-shirt, a bamboo cotton t-shirt, a hemp 3/4 sleeve shirt, a soy cotton short skirt and a pair of hemp pants. Pants. Can you believe it? MiLady doesn't wear pants. G insisted they looked good and they were comfy, so I thought I'd give them a try. Now I must hem them, though. They never make pants for 5'2" people. That's okay. It's easier to take it off than add it. I'll have to do a temp fix for now, as I left my sewing machine at home. Silly oversight on my part, I'm sure. *grin* G bought a handsome teal hemp short sleeve button-down shirt. He's quite the cutie.

Comments

[lurkitty.livejournal.com]

My whole family is short, so we always have to hem pants. What do you do with the part you cut off? Of course, you can't throw it away! So the pant hems accumulated. One day, my sister was at an estate sale and she opened a box. It was full of pant hems. So she went home and wrapped up her collection, and gave it to another family member for Christmas! Thus the dreaded pant hem gift started. Last year's victim would add their own to the stash, and the wrap it back up exquisitely and pass it on to next years. Then one sister made a small quilt one year. And we had to find useful things to do with them. When the pant hems finally got lost, we switched to shoulder pads...

[miladycarol.livejournal.com]

ROFL!!! That's great!