Jun 26, 2010 05:04
it was a quest for a white coat. in concept, i like the ones that look like you should be going to a job interview, or that you should be a doctor, but shorter, larger, more like annie hall. in concept, i like the idea of such coats -- but the truth is, I end up looking boxed in when I wear one. this is the truth with me and most formal blazers. i just hate the feeling of feeling boxed in.
fashion quest led to the purchase of a "carrie" dress -- tutu-esque and frills galore. along with my mom's big brown coat that makes me feel like a bear when i wear it, it was a homage to sex and the city with beige eyelet stockings and ballet flats. i hardly get so dressed up these days, but it has been jason's first week working at disney-pixar, and as we haven't been able to do dinner all week, i thought it was appropriate.
we went to ryoko's with our friends--it was a nice evening. i felt like i was celebrating my birthday without outrightly making it so, which, in all passive-aggressive honesty, was what made it more enjoyable. i inadvertently cut in front of someone in line in order for us to get our seats though, and they were so mad, they ended up storming out of the restaurant. it was only more inappropriate considering that the moment before, i'd tapped one of the Party of Two on the shoulder, asking if they'd signed the sign-in sheet. "not yet--trying to!" was the reply with a boyish grin. in a matter of minutes, someone else flew in front of us and scrawled their name on the paper from the fleeting hands of the maitre'd, and out of survival, i grabbed the pen after him and put our names down. hence, Party of Two's other half said a not-so-pleasant word to the maitre'd (she was really one of the waitresses--we can't really afford such top-of-the-mark luxuries) who threw up her hands in whimsy.
it was a good dinner. we like this restaurant when we can afford it as the ambiance is hip and wonderful, underground and classy with a girl dj in the middle, and black-and-white photos on the wall, and good sushi to munch on. we felt drunk without having any alcohol. the atmosphere made it so. i felt old and young at the same time -- we two girls in her mid to late twenties, with two boys in their early to mid thirties. at another age, i would have thought all this quaint, but the older i get, the younger the higher numbers seem to feel.
4:30 am, jason is asleep--and has been since we came home a couple of hours ago. i got up an hour prior to now because the white coat still haunts me, and like anyone with too much time and not enough money, i've found myself browsing on various clothing websites so see if any store has an image to what is seared in my brain. some come close, but no cigar -- and without trying anything on in person, judgment can only stretch so far.
he snores softly, appropriately--the week catching up to him. the cat sleeps next to me, on my mother's coat, behind me on the couch. in another minute or two, i'll get up and rid my face of its makeup and resign myself with my boyfriend's brown sweater. it's got sleeves and for comfort it will do the trick. i've got enough clothes as is.
la vie,
life