etnertainment daily
Jun. 8th, 2006 06:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luciabI’ve had an entertaining couple of days, which is a welcome relief. I was planning to be entertained on Tuesday, too, but got a ripping migraine and had to ditch the bowling outing with co-workers.
Last night I went to Their Excellencies’ house for a Baronial A&S workshop. I took an Italian Ren that was too big and asked Maddalena to fit it for me, since it’s nearly impossible to do that for yourself. That took all of oh, ten minutes, so after that I started painting banners. Fun. Haven’t painted banners for a while. A small but entertaining group arrived to help paint, and I stayed till 11:45. Wow—staying up late with the big kids.
Slept in this morning. Last night’s Imitrex is still holding, which is another big relief. I headed out to what has become my favorite shoe store—Man Mur on Hillsborough St. They carry lots of cool brands, including Dansko and Josef Siebel, and also do shoe repair. The attitude is very laid back (they wear the old-fashioned work aprons) and the guy today was flirting like mad.
“If you buy those you’ll have to carry a golf club to beat the men off!”
“Nah, that’d take red toenail polish,” I said.
“Well, if you’re going to wear red toenail polish in here, call me ahead of time so I can take my nitro and be prepared.” I don’t know if you’d call that cheesy or corny, (or both) but he was having so much fun with it I didn’t even care. Hey, I wasn’t suffering myself.
Despite his sales pitch, I have trouble believing that Arizona style Birks have become the new FMP. If it’s true, I must have missed it. Or maybe it’s just that men who are incited to riot by Birks are completely off my radar screen these days-- I seem to have gotten over hippies when I wasn’t looking. That may be a relief of sorts, but I’m not sure what the object of my desire would be these days.
Anyway, we were having so much fun flirting that I walked out of the store with the wrong pair of shoes—I decided not to get the Arizonas, but that’s what I had when I opened the box when I got to work. I went back after work to exchange them, and that nice young man (heh) sold me another pair of sandals—red ones, that were WAY on sale. I may be crazy but I’m not completely nuts. So now I’m vastly entertained with two pairs of new shoes. Yay, me!
Last night I went to Their Excellencies’ house for a Baronial A&S workshop. I took an Italian Ren that was too big and asked Maddalena to fit it for me, since it’s nearly impossible to do that for yourself. That took all of oh, ten minutes, so after that I started painting banners. Fun. Haven’t painted banners for a while. A small but entertaining group arrived to help paint, and I stayed till 11:45. Wow—staying up late with the big kids.
Slept in this morning. Last night’s Imitrex is still holding, which is another big relief. I headed out to what has become my favorite shoe store—Man Mur on Hillsborough St. They carry lots of cool brands, including Dansko and Josef Siebel, and also do shoe repair. The attitude is very laid back (they wear the old-fashioned work aprons) and the guy today was flirting like mad.
“If you buy those you’ll have to carry a golf club to beat the men off!”
“Nah, that’d take red toenail polish,” I said.
“Well, if you’re going to wear red toenail polish in here, call me ahead of time so I can take my nitro and be prepared.” I don’t know if you’d call that cheesy or corny, (or both) but he was having so much fun with it I didn’t even care. Hey, I wasn’t suffering myself.
Despite his sales pitch, I have trouble believing that Arizona style Birks have become the new FMP. If it’s true, I must have missed it. Or maybe it’s just that men who are incited to riot by Birks are completely off my radar screen these days-- I seem to have gotten over hippies when I wasn’t looking. That may be a relief of sorts, but I’m not sure what the object of my desire would be these days.
Anyway, we were having so much fun flirting that I walked out of the store with the wrong pair of shoes—I decided not to get the Arizonas, but that’s what I had when I opened the box when I got to work. I went back after work to exchange them, and that nice young man (heh) sold me another pair of sandals—red ones, that were WAY on sale. I may be crazy but I’m not completely nuts. So now I’m vastly entertained with two pairs of new shoes. Yay, me!
