Sep. 1st, 2003

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That was a great weekend. It really was. Saturday was date day, and yesterday was pretty cool too. Had lunch with B at the Thai place, so there was much yummy food and girly talking. Had my monthly (or so) catch-up on the scene in New Orleans. Though if she keeps staying uninvolved, I might completely and totally fall out of the loop and not have any clue at all what's going on. D's sister and brother in law asked us to take them to a party the next time they come to visit though, so I might have to maintain some kind of halfway presence. Though that would be weird to be taking D AND his sister to a play party.

After lunch, I played Soul Calibur II for a while with D and then attacked my closet. All summer long I've been in this horrible slump. Wearing clothes that are frumpy, slouching, feeling generally unattractive because I've been stressed. When D took me shopping on Saturday we had a long talk about clothes and how they make us feel and how dressing sexy can make us /feel/ sexy which gives us confidence and makes us feel, in general, happier. And for me, it's true. And it's only in the last couple of years that it's really dawned on me /just/ how true that is. Before that, I had gotten into a habit of wearing clothes that, while they were certainly comfortable, didn't do anything for my self-esteem. I never really got /looked/ at, I never got hit on ... well, almost never ... and I never felt sexy. Almost never. But in the last couple of years I've been changing out my clothes. I have a lot of sexy clothes now, a lot of girly clothes, and a lot of really nice feminine clothes that emphasize the good parts of my body. I can walk around in an upscale mall around lots of well dressed people and still get compliments about my outfits or have guys look me up and down a couple of times. I like that a lot. I'm not on the hunt or anything like that, but it can do a lot for a girl's confidence levels to know that she looks desirable. I never really felt desirable before.

So anyway, I went through my closet yesterday pretty ruthlessly and pulled out a lot of things that I don't wear, or that I don't /want/ to wear anymore. And it felt good. Really good. And I have officially given up the last vestiges of my goth-girl-hood. I no longer own a black velvet dress after yesterday. *grin*

So after the closet attack (and I have SO MUCH MORE ROOM in my closet now -- room enough that I can actually set my shoes out and see them all), D and I went over to A's house to have steaks with him and his wife. We were going to stay for a couple of hours, and we ended up staying for six hours. There was much wine and much talk about ... well, everything under the sun. And there was ... a possibility. If things had only gone slightly different, or if I'd been sitting next to the wife instead of next to D, I think there might have been some interesting ramifications. I have never met a more bi-curious woman in my life. And she's ...mmmm.... hot. To say the least. But who knows. There's always next time.

We're going over to see A's band play a gig later today, but I absolutely cannot stay long because the real kicker of this great weekend?

Absolutely no work done on the dissertation. None. Nada. Zilch.

*guilt guilt guilt guilt guilt*


Sep. 1st, 2003 06:44 pm
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I just started the back-and-forth discussion with the owner of Gallery Serpentine, Annette, who is going to be making me a corset for my wedding. *dances* I love her corsets.


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