Meeting the Danger Dame herself.
Poor Olive kitty. She has had an upset stomach today. Has barfed twice. We are pretty sure she hasn't ingested anything out of the ordinary, as we've had our eyes on her pretty much 24/7, and when we're out, she's in a room that we have 100% kitty-proofed. It might be a stress thing-- we left her for more than an hour for the first time yesterday since Squeaky passed. So she's been getting extra lovin's today. She just got a dual mommy and daddy massage happily stretched out on her back. Seems otherwise fine-- not crying or indicating any other problem. One of my mom's kitties, Zoe, used to puke all the time as a kitten, and the vet's advice was to mix two tbsp. of rice and lamb wet food with her regular dry for a week-- as we're about to go shopping for the week, we're going to pick that up. It's nice to know that if I notice anything else out of the ordinary, I can walk her to the vet myself.
Today was a good one. Spent it doing makeup lessons for two of my friends, with a quick trip to Sephora. I, amazingly, spent NO money. Shocking. Am amused to note that Lush now offers a Flight of the Conchords-inspired massage bar, "Business Time." It of course warns to take off one's socks before use. I sniffed all of Yankee Candle's new fall offerings-- Moonlight Harvest was surprisingly gorgeous, but pretty much everything else was about the same as stuff they already have in their usual catalogue. Lakeside Birch was more or less slightly woody clean laundry, Be Thankful was Home Sweet Home, and the rest all smelled light slight variations on baking spices. Pretty, but not groundbreaking. I do, however, want their new luminary tealight and votive holders. Very, very botanical.
I promised to fully rapturize about meeting dangerdame last night, and so I shall. J and I spent the bulk of the day at a crab feast, so by the time I changed for the show, I was a) very glad that my hair hadn't completely gone frizzy, and b) the scent of Snake Oil covered up the scent of Old Bay. Wore gray slacks, a sexy black racerback tank, and my hot leather corset underneath a pinstripe vest. Happy about two more things: a) the titties were in top form, and b) my recent weight loss means that once again, my corset closes all the way and no longer makes me feel like a stuffed sausage. I smoked up my eyes with silver and felt pretty hot.
The show was a three-person act: sideshow by Albert Cadabra and burlesque by both Gal Friday (the reigning Miss Coney Island) and Veronica Varlow, fresh from an international tour with Emilie Autumn. All three performers were extremely entertaining-- I particularly loved Veronica's fans number, Albert's wookie-in-the-pants stripdance card trick, and Gal Friday's "Constipation Blues" humor piece. Who knew pooping could be so sexy? The only mark on the evening was an EXTREMELY DRUNK bridal party, who managed to spill booze on the stage twice.
Highlight: when passing out raffle tickets, Veronica recognized me and there was lots of squeeage. Jason was kind of whapped upside the head with her beauty, and I got to coo at him that pretty girls like me, neener neener neener. :) We stayed after the show for a little bit, and she gave me a kick ass tee shirt (which I will certainly photograph myself in, dear!) and we chatted about hijinks in Manhattan the next time we're up that way. SUCH a sweetie, and, if you can believe it, even more beautiful in motion than in photographs.
GREAT NIGHT. My only regret? I got no pictures.
And then we came home to Olive, who both wanted to play and puke on the carpet. Poor baby girl. We apologized for leaving her so long and she eventually snuggled up to me and went to sleep somewhere around 5 am. She just ate a healthy portion of dinner, so we'll see how it goes.
Today was a good one. Spent it doing makeup lessons for two of my friends, with a quick trip to Sephora. I, amazingly, spent NO money. Shocking. Am amused to note that Lush now offers a Flight of the Conchords-inspired massage bar, "Business Time." It of course warns to take off one's socks before use. I sniffed all of Yankee Candle's new fall offerings-- Moonlight Harvest was surprisingly gorgeous, but pretty much everything else was about the same as stuff they already have in their usual catalogue. Lakeside Birch was more or less slightly woody clean laundry, Be Thankful was Home Sweet Home, and the rest all smelled light slight variations on baking spices. Pretty, but not groundbreaking. I do, however, want their new luminary tealight and votive holders. Very, very botanical.
I promised to fully rapturize about meeting dangerdame last night, and so I shall. J and I spent the bulk of the day at a crab feast, so by the time I changed for the show, I was a) very glad that my hair hadn't completely gone frizzy, and b) the scent of Snake Oil covered up the scent of Old Bay. Wore gray slacks, a sexy black racerback tank, and my hot leather corset underneath a pinstripe vest. Happy about two more things: a) the titties were in top form, and b) my recent weight loss means that once again, my corset closes all the way and no longer makes me feel like a stuffed sausage. I smoked up my eyes with silver and felt pretty hot.
The show was a three-person act: sideshow by Albert Cadabra and burlesque by both Gal Friday (the reigning Miss Coney Island) and Veronica Varlow, fresh from an international tour with Emilie Autumn. All three performers were extremely entertaining-- I particularly loved Veronica's fans number, Albert's wookie-in-the-pants stripdance card trick, and Gal Friday's "Constipation Blues" humor piece. Who knew pooping could be so sexy? The only mark on the evening was an EXTREMELY DRUNK bridal party, who managed to spill booze on the stage twice.
Highlight: when passing out raffle tickets, Veronica recognized me and there was lots of squeeage. Jason was kind of whapped upside the head with her beauty, and I got to coo at him that pretty girls like me, neener neener neener. :) We stayed after the show for a little bit, and she gave me a kick ass tee shirt (which I will certainly photograph myself in, dear!) and we chatted about hijinks in Manhattan the next time we're up that way. SUCH a sweetie, and, if you can believe it, even more beautiful in motion than in photographs.
GREAT NIGHT. My only regret? I got no pictures.
And then we came home to Olive, who both wanted to play and puke on the carpet. Poor baby girl. We apologized for leaving her so long and she eventually snuggled up to me and went to sleep somewhere around 5 am. She just ate a healthy portion of dinner, so we'll see how it goes.