The devil is in the details

Oh what a night....

Wow. So much craziness to cover, I don't even know where to start.

1. The U2 concert was AWESOME. I will devote an entire post to it later. Like tomorrow. Short version: it was absolutely incredible.

Prelude: I was tired yesterday. I got home from the concert around midnight and was asleep around 1. I got up this morning at 6 and was in the lab by 7:30 because I had so much to get done before I left. I got it all done and it was a good day. (Updates on lab stuff, including my vast multitude of projects, may also happen soon.) I managed to get home rather early to start doing stuff tonight. I had three major things to do tonight: laundry, packing, and slight dress issue.

2. As soon as I got home I started the laundry at the laundromat on the corner. It was empty. As I may have mentioned before, no one stays at our laundromat while their clothes are in the washers or dryers, they just keep track of the time and come back on time. Also, I live in a pretty suburb-y neighborhood. Anyway, due to tiredness and such, I fell asleep on the couch while my laundry was in the dryer. I woke up pretty quickly, and was got to the laundromat about 5 minutes after the dryer ended. 10 minutes max. As I walked up to the laundromat, I saw someone taking my clothes out of the dryer, and I was momentarily worried that all the dryers were full and felt bad that someone had needed my dryer. Then I remembered that there was no one else doing laundry. Turns out, it was a homeless man stealing my clothes. He had an armful of clothes and he was just closing the dryer as I walked up. (I had two dryers, this was the one with towels and random t shirts and socks etc.-stuff that I can dry on hot and not care if it shrinks as opposed to my favorite clothes.) I yelled out "What are you doing? Those are my clothes!" as I came in and he sort of froze in place and said "Sorry" as I walked up to him. He turned a little bit so I could take the clothes out of his arms. Then he proceeded to stand and watch me as I unloaded my dryers, with a very dirty look on his face. I was very freaked out and scared and was working very hard not to shake. I also noticed that he had two garbage bags on the table in the landromat, and it was obvious that one was not empty. It didn't seem like I was missing anything there, and I looked through the clothes pretty thoroughly when I got home and it still looks like everything is here. I was pretty freaked out and I was shaking for a while. Roommates were also freaked out, and we were joking that maybe this was a reason to drink lots tonight. About this time the Lost finale started.

3. During commercials, I had to start dealing with the dress issue. The dress that I am wearing this weekend is from a small boutique near my apartment that sold (when it was open) stuff from emerging designers. I had my eye on it for a long time, and when the store was having a 50% off moving sale I finally went in and tried it on for the purpose of wearing this weekend. The dress fit, but I never fully tried it on properly because it had two buttons that were obviously misplaced. I figured that even my dumb self could manage to move two buttons, and I loved the dress, so I bought it. I never really got around to dealing with the buttons though, so I figured before I packed it I ought to move them. Well, turns out that the dress doesn't fall right with the buttons in the right place, and that little miss emerging designer doesn't know how to make a dress that actually goes on a person. Shit. In the end, my roommates and I figured out a way to fix it, but I was not thrilled and the whole thing was making me even more upset. Oh, and I definitely don't have the proper undergarmenture for it. So now I am thinking that during my downtime in Durham this weekend I might run to Victoria's Secret. And it wouldn't be the worst idea to look at dresses that did not require emergency surgery. The result of all this is that I, the alcoholic one, sewed a dress, while my roommates, the domestic and crafty ones, mixed drinks with LOTS of rum, and then we all had a jolly old time watching the rest of Lost and Alias and playing with formalwear. And then my engaged roommate asked me to be her maid of honor, ending that little controversy.

I'm just getting around to packing now, and I'm planning on not sleeping tonight since I have to get up so early. After this much craziness, I don't think I could sleep anyway.

I'm just getting around to packing now

posted by Immunegirl @ 12:19 AM