In Which Stuff Happens
Yesterday I went out to dinner with two people who clearly did not want to be in public. (Why, then, we went out, I'll never know). After a couple of failed attempts at engaging them in conversation, I gave it up as lost and instead focused on people watching. Now, I don't just watch people--I create stories for them. So while my companions were busy Not Talking, I was busy being imaginatively nosey. One older couple I observed was sort of talking, but spent more time looking around than discussing anything. Clearly they had run out of TV shows to watch together and were forced to converse with each other over dinner. What was supposed to be enjoyable just reminded them how desperately they need media to stay together. One man had interesting facial hair, so I decided he had been obsessed with Rufio (from Hook) as a kid. One day he was on Tumblr and discovered Dante Basco, Rufio's actor, has an account and had posted a few pictures, so this man immediately made it is his life goal to imitate Dante's facial hair.
One young man stood up at stood in the aisle (you know, open space...between tables...it wasn't really an aisle, but what else would you call that?) and stared our way, staying like that for several minutes. He was involved in his own personal romantic comedy and, having spotted his one true love in the same restaurant, stood up and waited for her to notice him. It never happened, as he was forced to sit down in defeat. His gal pals had to offer encouragement and loving words as he ate comfort food.
Another young kid, probably a teenager, had such a perfectly tall, straight, and spiky mohawk that he was clearly a receptor for alien communications.
My dinner companions kept wondering what I was smiling about. I shared a tale or two, but they were completely unenamored with my words, so I went back to silently enjoying my stories.
All in all, I had a lovely dinner experience, although it made me miss ye olden days when Julia and I would go to Mr. J's Bagels in Harrisonburg and people watch.
Today I got to see one of my favorite roommates, Gini. She and her husband are in town for her brother's wedding, so she called me up (facebooked me up?) and asked if she could come visit. She, her husband, Eliza, Kyle, Ruby, and I all had a wonderful visit, full of much laughter and memories. We recounted some of our favorite experiences from my New York vacation (she was my obliging hostess), including taking a nap at the Top of the Rock and squealing with girlish glee over the American Girl dolls at the American Girl Doll store.
Then Eliza and I went shopping for several hours and I cried mightily against my mother over deciding we should wear white for our family pictures.
I mean seriously, white? White?! Who owns white? It's not my colour! It's not most white people's colour! I even found a super cute sweater at Macy's, but Eliza and I were both very "meh" about it, all because it was white. The same sweater was in a beautiful green, and it was a striking article of clothing. But white? No way!
Why couldn't the clothing requirement be blue, or black, or red? You know, colours I actually have in my closet. Heck, I've even got an orange sweater! But white? Nothing. At least, nothing I want to be photographed in.
*sigh*
At least the trip wasn't a complete bust. JC Penney had a lovely black dress that was long enough, had sleeves, and a high neckline. So I bought it. Sorry, bank account...? Now I'm just debating if it's too funereal to wear during the Christmas season.
And now, to end this entry on a high note: Only two and a half days of school left until Christmas break! Yippee!
Me: Student, next time you talk you owe me $50 and half your soul!
*later*
Me: You talked. You owe me $50 and half your soul.
Student: Um... I need a vacuum to suck out half my soul.
One young man stood up at stood in the aisle (you know, open space...between tables...it wasn't really an aisle, but what else would you call that?) and stared our way, staying like that for several minutes. He was involved in his own personal romantic comedy and, having spotted his one true love in the same restaurant, stood up and waited for her to notice him. It never happened, as he was forced to sit down in defeat. His gal pals had to offer encouragement and loving words as he ate comfort food.
Another young kid, probably a teenager, had such a perfectly tall, straight, and spiky mohawk that he was clearly a receptor for alien communications.
My dinner companions kept wondering what I was smiling about. I shared a tale or two, but they were completely unenamored with my words, so I went back to silently enjoying my stories.
All in all, I had a lovely dinner experience, although it made me miss ye olden days when Julia and I would go to Mr. J's Bagels in Harrisonburg and people watch.
Today I got to see one of my favorite roommates, Gini. She and her husband are in town for her brother's wedding, so she called me up (facebooked me up?) and asked if she could come visit. She, her husband, Eliza, Kyle, Ruby, and I all had a wonderful visit, full of much laughter and memories. We recounted some of our favorite experiences from my New York vacation (she was my obliging hostess), including taking a nap at the Top of the Rock and squealing with girlish glee over the American Girl dolls at the American Girl Doll store.
Then Eliza and I went shopping for several hours and I cried mightily against my mother over deciding we should wear white for our family pictures.
I mean seriously, white? White?! Who owns white? It's not my colour! It's not most white people's colour! I even found a super cute sweater at Macy's, but Eliza and I were both very "meh" about it, all because it was white. The same sweater was in a beautiful green, and it was a striking article of clothing. But white? No way!
Why couldn't the clothing requirement be blue, or black, or red? You know, colours I actually have in my closet. Heck, I've even got an orange sweater! But white? Nothing. At least, nothing I want to be photographed in.
*sigh*
At least the trip wasn't a complete bust. JC Penney had a lovely black dress that was long enough, had sleeves, and a high neckline. So I bought it. Sorry, bank account...? Now I'm just debating if it's too funereal to wear during the Christmas season.
And now, to end this entry on a high note: Only two and a half days of school left until Christmas break! Yippee!
Me: Student, next time you talk you owe me $50 and half your soul!
*later*
Me: You talked. You owe me $50 and half your soul.
Student: Um... I need a vacuum to suck out half my soul.