A Suit and a Mostly Naked Lady
OK so I have a few things to discuss today.
1. As I mentioned in yesterday’s blog, I had two interviews today. This would mean I would want to wear my suit. I like to put my suit on last in the morning, to prevent such things as tea, milk, toothpaste and the like from getting on said suit. So, almost time to leave. I go to get out my suit, and - du dununuh - not my suit. The drycleaner gave me a suit that would hold approximately 2.5 Tiffanys. OK. I then - completely out of character, of course - say a bad word. This wakes my sleeping hubs, who valiently treks off down to the drycleaners to remedy the situation while I nervously try to eat breakfast. He returns with wrong suit. Drycleaners opens at 7:30. Oh, it’s almost 7:30 - why don’t you meet me down there, but wear work pants - er, trousers - just in case. Well, just in case came at about 8:00 when the drycleaners had still not yet opened and I had an hour to get to a place an hour away. So I went to interview #1 suitless. It turned out OK - I apologized and they really didn’t seem to mind, and my valient hubs acquired the correct suit and a “tener” (trans: ten-pound note) for the road. I was able to change into the suit for interview #2, and it is now hanging safely in my closet, never to be dry-cleaned again.
2. Mostly Naked Lady. When I was leaving to go to interview #2 - so about 4ish - I walked by the little green space nearby, and - as usual - there were a few lovely ladies in various states of undress catching some rays. I think the English try to soak up as much sun as they can whenever they can - it’s a little crazy actually how much they seem to tan here. ANNnnnyway, this lady was laying next to a pile of what were presumably her clothes, in a lacy purple bra and white cotton panties. I’m sorry, but this is JUST weird. If you’re going to wear your undies in public, they should at least match or something. I don’t know. Just struck me as odd.
3. Tomorrow afternoon at 2:00 pm EST, this radio show called World Cafe will feature a band called Old School Freight Train. They’re sorta bluegrass-y but have been taken in by David Grisman, of “Jerry Garcia and. . . ” fame. Anyway one of the dudes in the band was a buddy of mine from college, and they’re actually very awesome. So here’s the website if you want to listen online like I will. http://www.worldcafe.org/ - then click on “listen online.” duh.
’tis all for now. Quite a day. . .
Bad Bug News: They are taking over
Good Bug News: Pest control is coming on Thursday
Random Bug News: They’re not in the BED, you people.

Tbone you are a really good blog writer. I suggest you stop looking for stupid meaningless jobs and take up blog writing as a profession!! Good Luck! plust i hear you dont need to wear suits for that sort of job!!!
Comment by J.Lo — June 27, 2005 @ 8:31 pm
Eh-he, good grief Charlie Brown, you two make me laugh. Try making a “dead-body” chalk outline around your apt. with Borax or Bromide or some Bro- powder (got my mother’s machine online right now, she knows, I’ll get back to you). It’s a white power legendary in NYC that does wonders with the bugaroos. Also, don’t forget to dump your hoover, otherwise they just crawl right back out….yes, I learned that one the hard way. Love ya!
Comment by Kimberly — June 27, 2005 @ 10:33 pm