Tuesday, October 25, 2005 My style was a sweater
My mother, my father, and my aunt all came to Baltimore for lunch today. Then they all turned around and went home. They seemed to like it, even though it's roughly a four-hour drive each way. There was a giant fake tree in the center of the restaurant. They all argued about whether it was a fake tree or a real tree. My aunt said it waas obviously fake, because the leaves were dusty. My mom said plenty of real plants got dust on them all the time. I abstained from the discussion. It was obviously a fake tree because it was obviously a fake tree is a rose is a rose is a rose.
Later, I went to work and read Vogue. One time I accidentally looked up from my magazine and had to ring up a customer. I offered her a stamp card, and like many customers do, she became very upset. According to her testimony, she had had several haircuts and no-one had offered her a card. She was outraged, felt cheated. She demanded I stamp her card retroactively. I said, "I can't do that!" and she took that at face value, although it was an obvious lie.
Last weekend Tracy and I went to New York to see the Gotham Girls Roller Derby's championship bout (for the Golden Skate!). The woman behind the counter at the pizza shop near the rink told me, "I like your style."
Mmm-hmm.
The bout was ridiculous and crazy. The skating was amazing. The superfans were terrible. The costumes were adorable. I had a good time.
Sunday was my birthday, and I spent the day in Tracy's car, coming back to Baltimore. Funny thing: I remember how to drive after all. Who knew? I guess 1-95 knows, now. What's up, 95? You like my style, don't you? posted by Frenz | 10/25/2005 08:54:00 PM
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