Great Things That Happened Yesterday:
1. NPR was doing a piece about how important literature is to help children and adolescents cope with certain issues. They recommended lots of books and explained the different themes including the Ramona series. As if that wasn’t exciting enough, the commentator mentioned The Hundred Dresses, a book I used to read when I was little. I still remember exactly where it was in my sister’s closet on the book shelf. I haven’t thought of this little book in years and when I heard the synopsis and how it relates to adolescents…well. I’ll admit. I got a bit nostalgic.
Worthy of note, they mentioned The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Steve Chbosky, which is one of my FAVORITE novels of all time.
2. I went to the costume shop to try on my costumes for STEEL PIER. Precious’ dress is adorable but it was loose on the top because I do not have an ample chest to fill it out. As Sara was pinning the places where it needed to be taken in, I wondered aloud if I could have boobs sewn into it. Cindy pointed to a drawer and lo and behold–it was an entire drawer of FAKE BOOBS!!! When I put them in the dress, they made it look ten times better and so I asked if perhaps Precious could have some help in the chest department and they said YES! SO WAHOO!!!! The costume is brilliant. That is all.
Great Things That Happened Today:
1. Erica and I decided to dress like FLASHDANCE for rehearsal tonight, just to spice up the old fashion routine. Erica and I both came with amazing off the shoulder sweatshirts–she bedazzled a headband completely 1984 style. I tucked my black dance pants into pink scrunchie socks and completed the ensemble with a side ponytail. Very chic. Elliot joined us with the scrunchie socks which were further complimented by his jazz shoes and headband. Holy. HOWEVER: the award for best-dressed goes to the amazing Jason Bravo who wore MC Hammer pants and a bright neon YANKEES shirt. Ah. Neon. A thing of the past?
Not-So-Great Things That Happened Today:
1. I have a new roommate. I did not advertise to anyone that I needed one. In fact, there is little room in this one-bedroom apartment for a chum. However, this person is small enough to fit. I have dubbed him Chewy. Chewy is a mouse who enjoys gnawing at my bread cabinet until there are piles of wood shavings that fall out when I open the door. I was forced to throw away 1/2 a loaf of bread so there will be no peanut butter and jelly tomorrow for lunch. Chewy also does not clean up after himself and therefore, his little Chewy poo is all over my cabinets.
And so I must close with a message to Chewy:
Where are you Chewy? Why must you hide from me? Are you curled up in one of my warm cozy walls waiting for me to sleep so you can eat the English muffins without asking permission? Now now Chewy, be a manly mouse. Show yourself. And before you are evicted permanently, I must beseech you to HELP ME WITH YOUR SHARE OF THE RENT. It is officially past due. Thanks. ~Management.