Dancing the Night Away
Last night capped off Dance Week at the agirlandaboy household: starting with the first half of MTV's So You Think You Can Dance marathon (six hours I'll never get back), ending with last night's A Chorus Line (Simon: "Practically unendurable!"), and stuffed with a chewy middle of the Kirov's Swan Lake (cue jokes about evil bird magician Rothbart pooping on Prince Siegfried's car) and a few selections from the VHS tape of my 1995 dance recital, the one in which I attempt hip-hop whilst wearing sparkly hotpants.
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Moose&Co. came over for dinner and a champagne hot tub (they brought homemade cherry pie and ice cream and oatmeal-chocochip cookies!) and Simon made sushi rice and seared tuna and that delectable fig salad. My involvement was confined to burning the bruschetta and feasting on the spoils of everyone else's labor, so I'd call that a success!
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We did not get a kitten (their foster mom had a discount rate for group vaccinations and the appointment was on Saturday), so instead we lavished attention on Cat the First in order to make up for the neglect forthcoming. Something tells me that Eve will be glad to have us out of her hair, howveer, being that "lavished attention on [her]" = making her wear party dresses from her infancy, i.e., three sizes too small.
Me: The new kitten's going to have to play dress-up.
Simon: Right, and where are you going to get the clothes?
Me: Hold on...*rummages under the bed* Here.
Simon: You have a box of cat clothes.
Me: *blink*
Simon: You have a box of cat clothes.
So what if they're all dresses and we might end up choosing the boy cat?
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Hey! It's October. I'm super-excited about it, but I can't for the life of me figure out why! Hooray!
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There's been a lot of laughing in my office this week, and it's only Monday: me laughing at the projects two weeks overdue, me laughing at new projects labeled "ASAP," me laughing at the projects that somehow became my responsibility when all of my coworkers decided to split town at once. The laughing is at least better than the screaming of last week; I think this means I've moved on Acceptance, or whichever step it is that comes after Homicidal Rage.
I'm excited about October, too, and I don't know why. October means good things; I'm convinced of this.
One more, last-ditch plea for the ginger.
Gingers rule.
You can all be excited that it's October because it's my birthday next week. You know that we ALL have been waiting in anticipation for Stephanie to turn 23. ;) hehe
You have a box of cat clothes.
Hee!
See, so now we know you're not some naked cat-loving pervert. I think that's important.
I would like some more fig salad please. In fact, I think I'll just move in. Don't worry, I'm nice and quiet and more than willing to sleep in a cupboard.