It’s late. Rehearsal went long today for various reasons. It’s all good. I’m tired. It’s time for bed.
I went to Goodwill today to get some not-as-fat pants. I’m not at my goal yet, so a big shopping spree is not practical, but my wardrobe choices are dwindling in my closet, so I went to the thrift store. I believe, no matter what size I am, I will always hate shopping for pants. Here is why:
Women’s pants come in obscure sizes: 2,4,6,8,10,12,14,16,18 and so on. These numbers mean about as much as cucumber, sun, tv, fingernail, bird, penny, piano, elbow. The result is me wading through a general area of the pants selection where the sizes may or may not fit.
Goodwill carries whatever brands get donated to them. This means my search will take twice as long than if I had gone to a store that sells only one or two brands.
Today I picked the same size for every pair of pants. Here were the results (thank you google image for providing these examples):
I wish I was over exaggerating, but Starbucks cup sizes (Tall, Grande, Venti) make more sense than woman’s pants sizes! It’s time we all took to men’s sizes which follow basic height and width rules!
After an hour or so of frustration, I found three pairs that should suffice. The only thing that slightly helped ease my frustration was paying $15 for three pairs of pants. Not too bad.
Today was set building for the musical. I put in a couple hours time. In those hours I painted a few sets and was intrusted to use power saws and power drills. Foolish foolish people. Thankfully, I left the building with same number of phalanges as when I started. Still, foolish, foolish people.
I cleaned out the paintbrushes, scrubbed the paint off my skin (how paint lands on the back of my neck I’ll never know) and changed into paint-free clothes. The cast drove off to a fair that is going on in town. We did another public performance of several of the songs from the show. I was thankful to see that we were far more comfortable performing than last week. The songs were smoother and we were clearly more prepared.
We came, we sang, we left
I’ll be honest, I was kind of hoping I could get a good ear of boiled corn before I left, but I didn’t drive myself so I left with the group. I may go back just to get the corn., or I’ll go with J tomorrow, or I’ll buy some corn from the grocery store, boil it myself and bypass the $5 parking. But if I do that, I wont get to smell the funnel cakes or the corn dogs. Oh well, at least I didn’t have to pay for parking this time around!
I like fairs.
Twice this week I saw my Grandpa drive around town. Well, really, no. I have twice seen my Grandpa’s doppelganger. I know he is not my Grandpa because my Grandpa lives in Wonhorseton, Nebraska and would certainly not come to town without calling to have lunch. The man I have seen looks just like my Grandpa: tall, gray hair, wrinkles, similar nose, similar eyes and a strong, pensive expression. I have only seen him driving, but both times I have to reason with myself that the man I see is not my Grandfather.
I’ve refrained from writing about it because I didn’t want to jump the gun. I figured I would wait until someone said something. While several people have hinted, no one has said anything outright until today. Today someone finally asked, “Are you losing weight?”
Why yes, I am.
Ok, I still have a long road, but I’m happy my efforts are paying off!
I mentioned on Friday that I was out for a birthday party. That night we did Karaoke. I must confess, I LOVE karaoke! Thankfully, I was with a bunch of Musical Theatre lovers who also love singing in public. We each took our turns with solos but also did a big group number with “Summer Lovin’.” The intoxicated audiance loved us! I was just so happy being with a group of people that enjoy that sort of thing!
J started another semester of classes this morning. I knew he had an hour break in the middle of the day so I offered to get him lunch at Subway and meet him near his building. I don’t have a parking pass to park on campus so I illegally parked my car in the parking lot and we sat in front of the car to eat our lunch. I figured I could always just drive away before I got a ticket from a metermaid. No one patroled the parking lot while we were eating. It was nice out. We looked at clouds. We ate sandwiches.