What a difference a day makes? Just twenty-four little hours? Last semester I wanted to commit some kind of ritualistic suicide to get out of the horrors of my Technical Writing class every Monday and Thursday morning at 8:30. This semester? I have to scramble up to campus for Brian's "Art and Technology" class and I have absolutely no problem with that. Some of the content will be pretty much a retread of my earlier film studies classes, but the music and photography sections are all-new, and all-different. I'm looking forward to going tomorrow morning. This is strange and different. This is a queer sensation, which opens like a butterfly unfolds its wings just inside the backdoors of my skull.
Woke up this morning with a plumber in Michael's house, followed by a fast shower and a drive to Floyd's Diner. Wicked food, but the place was packed! Met up with Samara, Tara, and Crystal - we drank juice, coffee, ate brunch. After that Michael went off to rescue his wallet from his bedroom and drive Tara to a friends house in Cadboro Bay, while Samara, Crystal and I headed downtown: shopping! I walk a fine tightrope between enjoying the opulent consumerizing of clothes-shopping, and feeling guilty and indignant toward myself. Michael bought two sets of pants! In between bouts of North American guilt, I ended up with a flouncy collared striped metrosexual shirt and a nice brown turtleneck. But more importantly? At Flavour, after one was too large and made me look like the Incredible Shrinking Man (or, rather, the shrinking fellow from Talk to Her's movie-within-a-movie), and the other one doing weird things to my ass - I found a pinstriped suit for fifty bucks! A culmination of dreams!
Comments (7)
Yay for a pinstriped suit! I can't wait to see you in it, you supafly pimpdaddy!
How's Tuesday at 5 for movie making? Afterwords we could go see Napoleon Dynamite...
Posted by Stiffy | January 9, 2005 9:13 PM
Posted on January 9, 2005 21:13
Sounds good. I'll pick you up from work. I think Michael's joining us for the movie; we've been meaning to see it for about a billion years. Yes, correct, I was waiting for it even pre-natally.
Posted by ben | January 9, 2005 9:20 PM
Posted on January 9, 2005 21:20
Hon, when you wear it it ceases to be meterosexual. :)
Posted by fly_girl | January 9, 2005 9:38 PM
Posted on January 9, 2005 21:38
Ben, today was gloriously fun. You can never feel guilty about looking fabulous (as you do) and I can't wait to see you in the pinstripped suit, so I can lavish you with compliments. See you tuesday!
Posted by samara | January 9, 2005 11:06 PM
Posted on January 9, 2005 23:06
Creepy, Ben.
When I woke up today the first line in my head was "What a difference a day makes."
Posted by Jason | January 10, 2005 7:13 PM
Posted on January 10, 2005 19:13
Sounds poifect, although one of us should probably inform Myla. I'll call her from work tomorrow.
Posted by Stiffy | January 10, 2005 9:48 PM
Posted on January 10, 2005 21:48
Sounds good; did you get ahold of her on the weekend?
Posted by ben | January 10, 2005 11:32 PM
Posted on January 10, 2005 23:32