Quick note just to let you all know I’m still alive, I’m just way too busy. My friend Nate came into town on Friday and it’s been nothing but go-go-go ever since. Unfortunately, I don’t think my feet ever recovered from my (at least) 40 mile hike in Edinburgh, operating on only 10 hours of sleep over the course of three days. I sprained them or something, maybe even some sort of stress fracture. They were hurting anyway, but then I went and hiked around this weekend. I hiked around Leesburg, Middleburg, a few historic houses, and Nordstrom on Saturday. Then, at church on Sunday, I had to wear high heels. Ugh. That afternoon I took him to the Washington National Cathedral and made the mistake of wearing what seemed to be sensible black business shoes, but they turned out to be evil demonic footwear that actually gave me bruises. I realized this after we had trucked all the way around the cathedral, so I decided to walk around barefoot through the gardens. I may have gotten some funny looks, but walking on rough stone pathways and gravel was more comfortable than wearing those shoes. It was worth it. (I swear, I’m a hobbit – I’m starting to abhor shoes entirely. I just want to walk around in bare feet.)
Since my knees started to lock up last night and my feet felt like they were curling in on themselves, I decided that it’d be silly for me to go on a marathon hike through downtown DC with Nate today (Monday – because according to my schedule, since I haven’t slept yet, it’s still Monday, regardless of the fact that it’s past midnight. No sleep means it’s still the same day. So there.) Honestly, I didn’t feel bad about sending Nate downtown alone. He’s a big boy, I knew he could handle it. Besides, he wanted to look through loads of buildings and museums. If I went, I would have just slowed him down and he wouldn’t have been able to see everything on his list. I gave him a map, metro directions, and lists of all the cool basics in the various Smithsonian museums. He was fine.
And sending him downtown alone meant that I got to sleep in. 😀 Tee hee. I got loads of sleep and managed to be lazy until around 5pm, when we had to pick Nate up at the metro. From there, we didn’t stay lazy – we drove quite a while, straight out to Ikea (one of my favorite places ever). Nate hadn’t been there before, so it was fun. At least, I hope it was. He’s just so cheerful all the time about everything that I’ve decided it’s absolutely impossible to tell if he’s really sincere or not. I’ve tried to ask him what he wants to do, over and over again I ask, so it’s his own fault if we did something he wasn’t keen on. So I’m okay with that. 🙂
Anyway. Ikea was lovely, I got the frames I needed for my news-clippings preservation project. They were dirt cheap! Pretty glass frames for only $4.99. Can’t beat that. After Ikea, we went over to another fabulous store – Daffy’s Clothes for Millionaires. They have great deals on clothes, you wouldn’t believe the cool stuff I found! They actually had some Edith Head style dresses!! I’ve been looking for that sort of thing for ages. (If you don’t know, Edith Head was the most influential Hollywood designer in the 1940s, 50s, and 60s. She designed clothes for the likes of Grace Kelly, Audrey Hepburn, Bette Davis, Elizabeth Taylor, etc. I need her style to fit my figure – modern stuff so doesn’t work for me.) I’m absolutely thrilled with the clothes I got, regardless of Nate’s younger opinion – he said I looked like I was wearing clothes only 50-year-olds would wear. He said I needed something that was a little more “tramped up” (that was edited, believe it or not – I’m not repeating what he actually said, for fear of the icky Google searches I’d get.) To put it bluntly, I loath that look. I can’t stand how modern, teenage and 20-something fashion makes everyone look like a street-walker, if you know what I mean. That all started thanks to those trashy Hilton sisters. First of all, I can’t imagine paying $400 for an outfit that originated from cheap K-mart fishnets and vinyl mini-skirts. Second of all, ew. I am in the business of world domination, not luring the wrong sort of man as I stand on a red-lit street corner. Anyone who says you can be considered a sophisticate or a lady whilst wearing such sleaze is out of their mind.
So if that means I have to scare the crap out of 19 year old boys because I happen to wear refined, feminine clothing, then so be it. I’d much rather look like Grace Kelly than Pamela Anderson.
And if anyone comes to this site thanks to a link from google for a search on Pamela Anderson, all I have to say is this: For shame! Go away before I beat you with a tasteful civility stick.
There. Rant over. 🙂 I’ll step off my soapbox now…
I watched ‘The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari’ tonight – it’s a classic German silent film from 1919. It was really interesting, and the style was remarkable, especially considering the time in which it was made. Apparently it inspired Tim Burton’s film-making style. It really makes his work more accesible and easier to understand, I think. ‘Dr. Caligari’ also had engaging music, which fit perfectly with what was going on. If you happen to have a Netflix account, rent it, it’ll be educational if nothing else. I can’t imagine where else you’d be able to find it to rent, it’s rather obscure.
I think I’d better get to sleep now, since I’ve just realized that it’s past three in the morning. Tee hee, whoops…