So yesterday it was warm enough that I put on my summer uniform for the first time this year.

It was so warm and lovely, and I was going through the clothes that are still happily living on the floor of my bedroom, and I came across my favourite yellow tank top and thought, "O yeah, it's the time of year for this now!" even though it's only spring. My summer uniform is invariably a tank top, a short sleeved shirt (usually Hawaiian) worn like a jacket over it, jeans and sandals.

I don't wear it to work, it's a little too casual even for me, except for on Fridays, but that's how you'll see me every warm day off until the snow flies. I walk differently when I'm wearing my uniform as well, there's this sort of hipster bounce in my walk, I have no idea where it comes from, but my summer walk goes with my summer clothes.

There was one thing missing from my uniform, though, the jeans!

For like two months I have been jeans-free, either due to lack of money or lack of time, or the store I usually go to closing down, but I wasn't going to wait any longer, dammit.

So after watch all two hours of the E True Hollywood Story about Gilligan's Island (completely, embarrassingly, mesmerizing), I went to the other Modell's on 42nd and 5th, which is a much worse store than the one in the Manhattan Mall. It's a very badly laid out place, and has far fewer pairs of jeans than the other one, but the worst part was the dressing room.

Room. As in one. Now, basically most of the stuff that they sell doesn't need to be tried on, like basketballs, but there are enough clothes that they really should have built more than just the one. It took long enough to get in that the woman behind me finally just decided to try on her jogging bras in the aisle right over her clothes.

Finally I got in and one of the pairs that I had picked out fit perfectly, and I thought that I'd really rather not have to get into the damn room again in order to put them on again after buying them, so I kept them on and went downstairs to the register.

I realized afterwards that I just could have walked out wearing them, that nobody would have paid the slightest bit of attention. But I did not, I went to the register and told the cashier that I wanted to buy the jeans that I had on, which confused her mightily, until I ripped the tag off for her to scan. Perhaps she thought that she would have to lift me up bodily and run me over the scanner.

And you know how much these jeans cost? The sign said $14.99, but I was charged ten bucks! Which was alright by me, and made up for the single dressing room. I should have bought a couple of pairs, but since I'll hopefully have lost weight by the time this pair wears out, I wouldn't know what size to wear.

Then I walked out into the sunshine, in full uniform. Let the summer start, I'm ready!

Lenten entries missed:

Prosody and Perl (no idea what her name is!) needed to rewrite her sestet, did alot of revising, and tried to clear up the central metaphor.

The thing that I really like that she does is she talks about her poems and what she is doing with them, and that she re-wrote this one and changed the third stanza of that one, and now this other one is more about this than that, but we've never seen the poems. And I really dig that, this information without context, because eventually it all starts to sound familiar.

I try to do that when I'm doing shows, talk about what we did and what went wrong without spending twenty minutes giving the entire backstory and plot, I just find it more interesting that way.

Today's horoscope:
You dream about a vocational opportunity, but fear risking what you have. Protect your gains, but be open to a chance to change.

One year ago today:
I suppose that no matter when I wake up, if it's a spring morning (or early afternoon) and I don't have to go to the office, I'm a joyful bivalve mollusk!

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