the little ba-ba-bas
Ok, so my bloomers are still lost somewhere at Jeremy's house (and really, that sounds a lot worse than it is), so, because I still need to be wearing as much of my costume as possible and that means something between my skirts and my thighs. So... I'm wearing the pajama pants that I bought to go to Chicago for Spring Break '02.
At the time, all my pajamas were made of silky stuff, and I just didn't feel right bringing satin pajamas (no matter how demure) on the trip... because it's Andrew... and at the time, it wasn't like it is now, and so I didn't want to feel uncomfortable because I think satin pjs are sexy, and I don't know if he does, and even if he did (especially if he did) I didn't want there to be any hint of... well, whatever. So, I bought new pajamas. Cute little cotton capri pant pajama bottoms. Blue with tiny little sheep and even tinier purple stars. Then we got to the hotel and he says, "Wow, I have sheets almost exactly like that." So much for the idea of keeping me and Andrew's bed separated.
That was a weird trip. I think we could do it again and it would be good, but at the time it was... awkward. Fun, for the most part, but a little awkward. I wish we'd gone to see Death Cab, but at the time I really wanted to see Dashboard. But that was ok too because I got introduced to Ben Kweller and got to eat my favorite pizza in the world (just underneath the Adams St Orange line stop... I still have no idea what it's called).
Andrew is also the one who handed me the Taking Back Sunday cd and said "Hey, you'll probably like this." And I remember listening to it for the first time during a bath, and thinking, "um... yeah, this is good." and then forgetting about it for another month or so until I gave it back, and then two days later having one of the songs pop into my head and then rushing out ot buy the cd only to fall in love with it. Andrew's good like that. He knows things I'll like even before I know that I'll like them.
At the time, all my pajamas were made of silky stuff, and I just didn't feel right bringing satin pajamas (no matter how demure) on the trip... because it's Andrew... and at the time, it wasn't like it is now, and so I didn't want to feel uncomfortable because I think satin pjs are sexy, and I don't know if he does, and even if he did (especially if he did) I didn't want there to be any hint of... well, whatever. So, I bought new pajamas. Cute little cotton capri pant pajama bottoms. Blue with tiny little sheep and even tinier purple stars. Then we got to the hotel and he says, "Wow, I have sheets almost exactly like that." So much for the idea of keeping me and Andrew's bed separated.
That was a weird trip. I think we could do it again and it would be good, but at the time it was... awkward. Fun, for the most part, but a little awkward. I wish we'd gone to see Death Cab, but at the time I really wanted to see Dashboard. But that was ok too because I got introduced to Ben Kweller and got to eat my favorite pizza in the world (just underneath the Adams St Orange line stop... I still have no idea what it's called).
Andrew is also the one who handed me the Taking Back Sunday cd and said "Hey, you'll probably like this." And I remember listening to it for the first time during a bath, and thinking, "um... yeah, this is good." and then forgetting about it for another month or so until I gave it back, and then two days later having one of the songs pop into my head and then rushing out ot buy the cd only to fall in love with it. Andrew's good like that. He knows things I'll like even before I know that I'll like them.